I truly think the writer of "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" based part of that on me. My luck with men sucks.
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Zoe is so mischevious sometimes. Nail polish. On the floor. It didn't come out. She cried so hard it made even me feel bad.
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Work sucks. I have so much to do and I can't keep people from buggin me & get it done. I hate this.
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I have to babysit tonight. I was supposed to go to the gym with soccerboy. I'd much rather be doing that. I don't want to work this week. But I better not say that because last time I admitted that Zoe got really really sick. I'd rather work 1,000 hours than go through that with my baby.
I'm missing her.
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Today would have been my 8th anniversary. It's also my ex's 44th birthday. Old fucking fart.
I sure hope I don't do anything stupid. Last year my parents called to console me. I'm like... shutup already. I don't want to think about it.
Then I went out and cut all my fucking hair off.
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Happy day. whatever. Maybe I can make myself throw up and leave early.
Oh joy.