Could this year be STUPIDER than last year?!

 

 

Um. Hi.

Well.

I’m at work again.

yay?

or something.

this "new" year is very much like the "old" one so I hate it and don’t really feel like doing a jig about the change in date. EXCEPT that it involves a 7, and that’s one of my favorite numbers. so that makes me happy.

I had a lovely New Years with my Kim. I shall write about it. Even though at some point I laid awake crying because I couldn’t help thinking "wow, a new year starting with a form of rejection, how fitting for my life"

don’t ask.

right now.

talk about it later.

but that stupid "moniqueish" feeling had nothing to do with the time I spent with her. She is awesome and I love her more than words can even begin to say. I miss her right now. I always feel sort of hollow and empty when I have to leave. it’s weird.

anyway, at work with nothing to do. this means i can give good attention to maybe writing some entries about the last few weeks and also reading what i have fallen behind on. Not sure if it’ll stay this quiet though. I need to remember to call my step mother to get information about my dad. they are going to be staying in an apartment next to the hospital tonight so they can go over without too much fuss for his operation.

it’s freaking me out. even if it is "routine" and they know what they are doing… it still makes a twinge of fear go up and down my spine at the thought of it. they have to stop his heart.

what if it doesn’t want to start back up again?

*sigh*

OK OK OK. enough is enough is enough is enough.

so, here is what I need tow rite about

*A boy … and his beer… in my BED. *GROWL*

*christmas and family (the good the bad and the i’m a big ole bratty brat)

*Sickness sucks

*Magic Mountain wheee! First time in like 8 years!

*New Years with my Kim (fun! love! hot guys! yay? no! boo! cuz long leggy bitches RUIN EVERYTHING! traffic and more love. love love. love love love)

*New years bullonee. that’s what i said. BULL. ON. EE.

UMMMM.

yeah.

that covers most of it

but since it was 6 bullets, i have to make a seventh or my ocd will act up. how about

*how i’m gonna start the year being an idiot*

hahahah.

good enough.

i’ll be back.

gonna get tea.

read a fav or nine and write entries in word so that when people appear i look studious.

or dumb. whatever.