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wooo....i'm pretty fckuking drunk
Jan. 3rd, 2005 12:58 amGood thing I'm at home and still somewhat coherent.
Yeah, I'm making up for not going out New Year's and having fun. Know wht? Because I'm a fucking loser with no fucking life, that's why. Probably all of my ohther friends were out getting shitfaced and/or h aving sex with their significant others.
No, as anyone who regularly reads this LJ knows, I had a shitty holiday season. I was sick with the flu, I got $70 in gas cards and a CD for Christmas (even though the thought should have been what mattered, it sure didn't amount to much...yeah, I know I didnt aks for much, but come on!), and I had to work closing on NEw Year's Eve and opening on new Year's Day. That's all I do, that's all I am, the "responsible one." The one everyone runs to when everything falls apart, but when it comes to anythign I want, fuck no! The person everyone can count on. I'm tierd of this shit. I have nothing to show for my "responsibleness." (IS that even a word?) And then I have others take advantage of how quiet and mildmannerd I am, and once agan, I get fucked over, so I can't tryst anybody either.
I'm drunk, PMSing, and pissed off at the world.
Like anyone really cares about how I feel. Everyone's so self-absorbed with what's going on for them. I ry to be there for others, and no one's ever there for me.
Feeling pretty alone and vulernable. ::gives teh world the middle finger:: I never ever compalin and now I'm fucking complaining. IU have the right to, I'm a fucking American. We complain about shit all the goddsamned time. It's the American way.
Work sucked. Everything sucks anymore. Shitty night. The only good thing is that I'm getting a fat-ass paycheck out of it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some beer left to finnish. Then I'm going into my room to scream into my pillow and watch the rest of Harold and Kumar Go to White CAstle.
Yeah, I'm making up for not going out New Year's and having fun. Know wht? Because I'm a fucking loser with no fucking life, that's why. Probably all of my ohther friends were out getting shitfaced and/or h aving sex with their significant others.
No, as anyone who regularly reads this LJ knows, I had a shitty holiday season. I was sick with the flu, I got $70 in gas cards and a CD for Christmas (even though the thought should have been what mattered, it sure didn't amount to much...yeah, I know I didnt aks for much, but come on!), and I had to work closing on NEw Year's Eve and opening on new Year's Day. That's all I do, that's all I am, the "responsible one." The one everyone runs to when everything falls apart, but when it comes to anythign I want, fuck no! The person everyone can count on. I'm tierd of this shit. I have nothing to show for my "responsibleness." (IS that even a word?) And then I have others take advantage of how quiet and mildmannerd I am, and once agan, I get fucked over, so I can't tryst anybody either.
I'm drunk, PMSing, and pissed off at the world.
Like anyone really cares about how I feel. Everyone's so self-absorbed with what's going on for them. I ry to be there for others, and no one's ever there for me.
Feeling pretty alone and vulernable. ::gives teh world the middle finger:: I never ever compalin and now I'm fucking complaining. IU have the right to, I'm a fucking American. We complain about shit all the goddsamned time. It's the American way.
Work sucked. Everything sucks anymore. Shitty night. The only good thing is that I'm getting a fat-ass paycheck out of it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some beer left to finnish. Then I'm going into my room to scream into my pillow and watch the rest of Harold and Kumar Go to White CAstle.
