She knows who she is.
I always pick the wrong guys. but when i think about it, i don’t see any of the “right” guys interested. it’s exhausting knowing he’s know right, but not wanting to be alone. which is worse, being with the worng guy or being alone?
This paper just won’t write itself. Deadline - tomorrow @ 3.
i’m coming down with something. swine flu? or just the regular flu? or something even worse?
I swear we’ll never be done working on our house. I’m sick of workmen being here. sick of everything in disarray. sick of it, I say!
hate my job
i go to bed and it’s quiet, but I swear I hear crawling things while I’m asleep. the exterminator syas there’s nothing in the house. riiiiight!
The days, weeks, months and years fly by and I’ve not even come close to doing what I dreamed I would do. I feel like my life is wasting away. Aaaargh!
What if stupid old fear makes me pass up the opportunity of a lifetime? Or what if it doesn’t and I throw away everything to do something that sucks?
another dream about being unprepared for school. woke up in a freight. and i’ve been out of school for two decades already.
worried that I eat too much, that my health is deteriorating
i love a long weekend, but start thinking about how it’s almost over almost as soon as it begins. am i really enjoying the time off?
i worry about the stupidest, most unimportant things.
How come when I bring up any type of home improvement to my husband, his eye starts twitching uncontrollably?
How come when I bring up any type of home improvement to my husband, his eye starts twitching uncontrollably?
