Fast fast fast....
I feel so out of it.
1. I haven't written since last week. Babysat all weekend (made $300 bucks wahoo).
2. Got completely sick on Sunday night. Woke up at 1am and puked until 2:15am. I didn't know that was possible. Other things were going on at the same time, but it's too gruesome to detail.
(it was a pukefest. thank God Zoe slept through it.)
3. Missed work Monday and Tuesday. They weren't thrilled and acted like I was faking. If they only knew, they would feel really bad. (especially, duh, I'm a diabetic. It's very dangerous to be that sick, buttholes!!!)
4. Zoe started her new school. So far so good. She seems very excited.
5. I never told Chastain he was going to hell. (or did I? I'm sure he'll prove it somehow... whatever) I just thought his lifestyle is disgusting. So, fuck you. I'm not sorry you are stopping your journal, because you were an asshole to me. I'm sure others are sad, but maybe you weren't such a gross pervert to them in your PMs. And no, I'm not going to share about this, but trust me. He's a pompous asshole who is a complete poser. Don't let the door hit you, dude!
6. I'm going to be fucking way way too busy at work to finish writing anything fun or to even read my favorite journals. Blah!
Fire drill today. They better not make me go down the stairs. (I'm on the 16th floor)
Pukefest 2003!!
SUBMIT TO THE HEAD!