I went to work. I can home to washed dishes and alkaline trio tickets. I love my boyfriend. I brought baseball back for him. He brought skiba back for me.
Side note: mother fucker pushed me, so I pushed back. I might have punched a girl in the tit too. She was talking about me.
sittin on the couch..naked..watchin sports center…..not writing my paper
I keep having baby dreams. I finally fell asleep this afternoon and dreamt that Peter and I needed to go to the library to get books to read to the belly. Dreamy.
i’ve decided that i want to go back to being a full time sad. when you get a taste of happiness and it goes away it hurts so much more. so being sad is better. plus there’s more wine there.
Help me. I bit off more than I can chew with going back to school. I want to sleep. I want to go out to dinner. I want to read for my own enjoyment. I don’t want to bullshit papers on fertility goddesses. I don’t want to stay up and read three articles for sociology and write a page for a paper that my teacher grades solely on the length of my writing. My boyfriend hasn’t taken his meds in weeks and he is scaring me, and I don’t know what to do anymore. Help me.