Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
There's Always The Sperm Bank?!
I just got home. I had kind of a full day today considering that it was my only day off this week. I went and cashed my AWESOME 30dollar paycheck. OK! I'm sorry, and I know that waiters make like 2.17 an hour, but I KNOW that I've worked a hell of a lot longer than 30 dollars. I'm going to go over that one with my boss and have them explain b/c I sure as fuck don't get it. I then went by Pepe's house. He's been wanting to hang out for a while, but it's hard when I work 24/7 and he is ALWAYS studying. Anyhow, I went by there for a little while. I felt really good when I got there, but then he managed to kill it for me by reminding me that the only reason that I was in the situation that I'm in was ALL my fault. I quickly left b/c I could feel myself getting depressed and I also had to stop and pick up my seizure meds before 7pm. I have to be at work tomorrow at 10am and the pharmacy doesn't open until 12pm. I have to take my 1st dose by at least 9 or 10am.
I just got home and burst into tears. PS felt so bad that he didn't want to leave for work. I told him to go and I'd call him later. (Hey, my baby, I know you're reading b/c you are at work and bored as hell. I'm always happy to entertain!)
I'm just finding myself more and more depressed lately. Every day that I get closer to turning 29, I want to cry. I mean, my plan was to be out of nursing school by now, married with 1.2 kids, and working on my first book. Oh, and always, always, painting. It's just not happening for me. I think that I'm a nice person. Hell, you all know that I'm the nicest fucking person that I know. If I'm so fucking nice than why is my life like this. I've had one person ask me out since Pepe and I broke up and he was fucking gay!!!!!!!!!! WTF?
I guess that, well, I know that I'm just sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I'm going to stop this now and watch the 1st game of the World Series. Go Red Sox! Go! Oh, and tomorrow (while I work a double) my Jets play the Patriots. I hope that they kick the ever loving shit out of them. I hope that Tom Brady gets hit so hard that he's not seriously hurt, but out for the season. Heee!!! How wonderful it would be for them to beat them and remain undefeated! (By beating the Patriots!) Man, if anything wants to go my way, God, please let my Jets kick ass tomorrow.
Bye guys, I've had enough. Hi there, Andrew, if your reading and I hope that you are, see you soon!!!
Scoop the Poop and say J! E! T! S! Jets, Jets, Jets when you do it!!!