dear waking up in a bitchy mood diary,
knowing i got little to no sleep AT ALL last night, i woke up in a delightful mood and yes, i am being facetious. i hate today with a burning fuckload of passions. i want to kill someone with my bare hands- i know who that person is- and i don't care if i break my nails. my head is pounding. my eyes bloodshot. i could be very convincing at this time. but i am not angry. just bitchy. pissy. i will be fine after a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a new pair of boots. ahh yes. boots. boots make everything better. maybe two pairs of boots, a new bra, and a purse and some eyeliner. that would really be nice. throw in a coupla bottles of fingernail polish- fucking i wouldn't have to leave the house ever again- but i would anyway. i was really mad last night about the tv being on. but frankly, it's been working up to it. it didn't just happen overnite. everynight that motherfucker leaves that bitch on and falls asleep and i cant find the remote. i have to wake him up to shut the tv off and he snaps at me. MY TURN. my fingernails are way to long anyway- so i wouldn't mind killing someone with my bare hands right now. i wouldn't. and i could. i know this to be true.
knowing i got little to no sleep AT ALL last night, i woke up in a delightful mood and yes, i am being facetious. i hate today with a burning fuckload of passions. i want to kill someone with my bare hands- i know who that person is- and i don't care if i break my nails. my head is pounding. my eyes bloodshot. i could be very convincing at this time. but i am not angry. just bitchy. pissy. i will be fine after a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a new pair of boots. ahh yes. boots. boots make everything better. maybe two pairs of boots, a new bra, and a purse and some eyeliner. that would really be nice. throw in a coupla bottles of fingernail polish- fucking i wouldn't have to leave the house ever again- but i would anyway. i was really mad last night about the tv being on. but frankly, it's been working up to it. it didn't just happen overnite. everynight that motherfucker leaves that bitch on and falls asleep and i cant find the remote. i have to wake him up to shut the tv off and he snaps at me. MY TURN. my fingernails are way to long anyway- so i wouldn't mind killing someone with my bare hands right now. i wouldn't. and i could. i know this to be true.
