this is a bad day. i missed my eye appt because the girl took way too long to give me a pedicure (seriously, i'd gotten out of work at 3:30 and my eye appt was at 5:30, i figured 2hrs would be plenty of time!) so i went to the eye place anyway to see if they would give me some samples just to hold me over until sunday (when i rescheduled my appointment) and they WOULD NOT. i went to VS and got some cute new underwear. i didn't feel much better.
fucktard would not respond to my IM. fucking fucking FUCKTARD! he SUCH A FUCKING HYPOCRITE, IT IS SO FITTING HE IS A R*PUBLICAN BECAUSE THEY ARE THE MOTHER FUCKING KINGS OF HYPOCRISY!
i almost had a breakdown driving home from the mall. i started crying. and almost hyperventilating (i had to make a conscious effort to breathe normally), and my jaw was shaking, and my hands.
i don't believe in doing destructive things to my body (well, things that leave scars. other stuff, only in moderation) so i am going up to my room to put on my cute new underwear and pull every single hair out of my legs.
ps. haha, i came up with a new one: refuckingpublican
17.6.05
no se puede vivir con tanto veneno, no quiero vivir así pero me parece que lo seguiré haciendo...
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re fucking publican. thats refuckingmarkable.
whoa. perhaps he was gone. perhaps his computer is broken. perhaps he just didn't see it. i wouldn't jump to such a hasty conclusion. Ims are a step below text messaging in the communication chain. if you really want to talk to him, buck your rules and call.
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