I figure I usually have to be pretty pissed off to write in a blog, but today is another story. After working 10 hrs to cover my friends shift (who yelled at me while I was getting yelled at by the boss lady for covering for her)I am actually ok. I am really tired and cant believe half the shit I wrote last night but thats ok. It is expected I guess when sleep deprivation kicks in. I am going to have a quiet weekend to myself, no parties, no gaybois, nada! I am not going to drink, do drugs, have sex or rock out with my imaginary cock out. LOL I really think I just kinda wanna sleep the weekend away. wouldnt that be fun. So I heard from the marine again, not as much fun the second time around. The first time talking to him was great ya know i found out where he was, how he was, that kind of thing. This time around it was Im lonely lets bring up stuff to make Jenn cry, like I need an excuse. I was cool though I didnt cry, wanted to but didnt. I am not really talking to "The Dude" which kinda makes me sad but at the same time I am not upset. With him I always end up fighting and it hurts and I can only take so much ya know. Me and my best friends are fighting, I dont understand guys and I dont think I ever will. Oh well! Life goes on. So I dont know for sure but i think the end of the world is coming because FL was on fire and I am afraid of breaking off from the rest of the country and sinking into the ocean. Maybe I should move to like Missouri I dont think I would have to worry about sinking there. Let me know if you live there.
