and how has it come to this? where i dread the weekend. because saturday all i do is sleep until i go to work and i go to work and make a few dollars and then i come and if i'm lucky i go see nick for a couple hours, if not i will sit here and stare at walls until i decide to go to sleep, get up and go to work in the morning. bastard cycle.

it's not a good day. everything's great, but right now, i don't care. right now, i wanna be a crabby bitch cause i can cause i'm alone and if i just wanna crab crab crab all over my room i can. and as much as i hate blaming irrational mood things on pms it's never been truer. but it's okay cause i try not to direct it at anyone unless they provoke me first.. and i don't want to go to work but the comfort of getting to bitch about customers all night long is ready and waiting. and i will. all night long. i will find something to complain about every five minutes if i have to

because when i step foot back in this house, i don't want want one iota of crabbyass sara, got it? cause if i end up staying in all night i don't want any remnants left over to ferment and sit around and mope and be stupid all night. that's just fucking annoying.

wow. i am all riled up, huh. and now i go to work. fucking rawr. that's right.

hah. at least i feel better. :D [there you go ese]