They're like, "Alright, what you saying? Yeah can I take your digits?"

• It's my mom's birthday. I totally forgot because I've had so much on my mind. Frickers.
• I applied for a job at H&M last night, or this morning rather, like 3 AM.
• Moving out is looking really appealing.
• I like Diet Coke, I've been drinking alot of it lately.
• My hours at work have been going back up, thank God.
• I keep getting mixed signals and maybe I'm guy retarded but my brain is all messed up.
• My great grandma is cute. Still sassy.

Happiness is a Warm Gun

I'm beyond ready to get the hell out of my house. I need some money and some roomies and then a dash of freeedom. That's right, 3 e's. Excellent, eccentric, and maybe eggs.

I think we can both agree that this week is slowly ending my abilities to have thought. Send Diet Coke.

*angsty sigh*