Done.

I guess the below blog doesn't apply anymore. Go fig.

Funny how things like this used to hurt so badly for SO LONG a few years ago. I'm guessing that either I've grown up or I've just reached the end of my rope in this particular situation that I keep letting happen over and over again. Or both.

Know what? If you can't figure your shit out, see ya. Your fucking loss. But if you fucking drunk dial me one more time to flip-flop between what a disgusting bitch you think I am and then apologize for your own stupidity, I swear to GOD I'm going to change my number and fucking punch you in the mouth. I'm done with your inconsistent behavior. It's so fucking detrimental to not only me, but YOU as well. So stop.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

Doom and I went to the plasma center today. They took him in immediately because it was his second donation. I stood in the waiting room for an hour and a half and then Doom came out and realized I hadn't been handed any paperwork to fill out when we got there. We just left, 'cause even if I had filled it all out right then, I would've waited in there for another two hours. And eff that, I said.

My car ate $8 (half a tank of gas) driving from the Arlington 7-11 to Casino Road in Everett, then back to 7-11 in Smokey Point. FUCK. I NEED TO GET AN OIL CHANGE TOMORROW! That's the first thing I'm doing after I cash my paycheck. I can't take this anymore. My car is bleeding my (and mom's) wallet dry right now. USUALLY, I can fill my tank and drive to Seattle and back like 3-4 times. Now I can just do it once. My poor baby. I'm surprised it hasn't exploded yet :/ But seriously. With proper maintenance, Geos fucking last forever. Everybody should have one. Heh. I'm HORRIBLE to mine and it's still lasted me almost two years without nickel and dime-ing me to death (with the exception of the gas situation right now...). GEOS FTW.

Um. I wanna do something tonight. Someone save me from this celltower-less valley of DEATH.