I hate pizza.
I hate how I feel when I eat pizza.
I should be full of sushi right now, but the delivery girl has the night off.
I feel a little better than I did in the prior post, but only a little and only because I've eaten now (yay! it's 9:42pm).
I broke a glass heart that was very special to me. It broke on the carpet. My vacuum cleaner is for shit. I also now have a worse back ache then before. Fucking POS vacuum cleaner. I hate wearing shoes in my house, but I hate bleeding more. Now the smell of pizza is making me want to gag.
The only light at the end of the tunnel is seeing Cheffy when he gets home. And trying to explain how angry/upset/in a shitty mood I am. (ok, I'm dreading that - but I don't like to edit. I really hate not being able to clean.)
and the other fact is that I picked up my new Vicodan prescription. It's stronger than the last one. I want to take two. Or three even.
Yay for modern medicine.
I feel like a junkie. I wouldn't take this stuff unless I really needed it. I wish I didn't have to. I really do.
Fuck. Fuck a duck. And fuck.
I'm watching "Who Wants to Marry My Dad."
Kill me now.
Posted by debutaunt at June 21, 2004 09:52 PM | TrackBack