rain, rain, go away

i am going to kill my bed.

i hate the fucking thing, i want to throw it in the garbage, and have all of my cats piss on it.

we got it when we moved out (6 years ago) and it had been previously used by our old family friends…. thought it was the cat’s meow then, cuz we were used to sleeping on a twin, and jumping to a queen was heaven (nevaeh?!!!!—oh, a girl is missing in the south, and guess what her name is?)

anywho. i am fat, so i have created a nice dip on my side of the bed…joe’s is still bouncy and he sleeps great. now it seems, the only time i can sleep is when he gets up, and i roll onto his side… or without him in the bed, it evens out the bump and non-bump consistency…..

last night i was awake every FUCKING hour. because i couldnt get comfortable.

now i’m just one big AMAZING ray of sunshine… and to wake up to the fucking phone ring 200 times is EVEN better!!!!!!!!!

if he’d just pay his fucking bills, then the creditors wouldn’t call ALL DAY, EVERY DAY!

yippee.

two good things for the day.

i’m going to a graduation party tonight, for a family friend… i used to babysit her, and she was in sixth grade when i graduated, and came to the party and wanted to drink with us… i think she had a few sips of wine cooler? ha.

secondly,

I BOUGHT MY PANIC AT THE DISCO/FALL OUT BOY tickets this morning… officially going, officially sitting in the sixth row… not bad. i don’t do GA, cuz i’d get too hot, and pissed, and probably end up getting in a fight…………..

the last panic show, we started out on the floor, and got out before the second band started… i was ready to punch the little fuckers around me.

NO BITCHASSNESS>>>>>>>