blah fucking blah
July 21, 2002 / 11:58 pm
It's so wierd. I went to bed at eight last night. Mike tried to have sex with me and I think for the first time ever, I was more interested in sleeping. This morning when I woke up, I had a motherfucking spring in my step.
Work sucked and blah fucking blah. I'm sick of even talking about it. I feel like I'm selling my fucking soul each day I go into that pit.
I've had to much coffee and it makes me want to yell. I'm not sure what I would yell though. I'm not even sure what the fuck I'm trying to say.
That's my cue. Bye.