I. Am. So. Ashamed.
It's been almost a month since I've written.
I apologize (not to you, goose) to my self.
I promised that I would keep doing this,
everyday
for me.
I promise that I will make up every entry that I have skipped (mostly because I'm OCD like that).
So, to get back in the groove, I'm going with a bulleted list to let out the built-up angst that's been waiting for the last month.
(More?) Things I hate:
- when you finish a bowl of cereal, and there's extra milk in the bowl, so you pour in a little more cereal, and there's leftover cereal in the bowl, so you pour in a little milk, and there's leftover milk in the bowl....and you end up eating two thirds of the box in one sitting and nearly put yourself into a food coma.
- formspring.me - they fucking dumped me and aren't answering my emails. Messiest breakup ever.
- leaving the house in the morning, thinking I forgot something, running back in and frantically searching too long and realizing whatever it is was in my purse the whole time.
- when you go to jump on a puddle to cheer up because it's so cold and you realize a second too late that the puddle is frozen.
- shutting off my alarm in my sleep because I'm so tired and getting lectured for it (how can I help what I do in my sleep?!)
- cooking something special/difficult for dinner, only to have someone bring takeout.
- using a word/phrase as a joke with my friends, looking it up on urban dictionary, and finding a definition so repulsive, I never want to use the word/phrase again.
- when my arm/leg/eye twitches, and when I look at it, it stops.
- that I've been perpetually full of food for the last week.
- missing people and not being able to do a damn thing about it.
FUCK
So much for cuss-free week.
