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Well I'm just full of weird so my post and or names of post will be full of weird.
Got plenty to go around.
Anyway, the point in this post.
I'm going insane, well apparently I'm already insane.
But yeah, not the point right now.
The point is, I decided to rearrange my room. It's been too long since I last got around to doing so.
And if I don't rearrange my room every once in a while it feels all stuffy and I always feel restless and then my room just feels... bleh.
So once I change it up a bit it feels better.
And normally by a bit I mean I move everything out and then put it all back in some different way.
Yes, I'm weird for this I know.
But if I can't change other things in my life right now I should at least be able to change my damn room around.
So as I was finishing up moving my two bookshelves into their newly appointed places, and starting putting my multitudes of books back on them and arranging my plushies and other odds and ends.
I think about my damn ex.
Not only did we have our first big fight on Sunday, where he was the biggest fucking jack ass of all time, but he sent me a text yesterday.
With a picture of his new boots?
Last I KNEW, he didn't want to talk to me because the slut he's with was afraid he'd break up with her for me.
Again.
I never told him to break up with her and I told him I wasn't ready for a relationship.
But of course the biotch blames me.
Skank. >.>
This is why my friends are almost allllll guys, and the chicks who are my "friends" don't even speak to me.
Wait, what does that make them exactly?
Oh well, who cares.
But anyway, so I'm like, WHY THE FUCK is he sending me a text about his new damned boots?
Why the hell should I care?!
Well, turns out he fucked up somehow with sending that picture to more than one person at a time, because when I sent a text to him, I got a text from some chica that was a friend of his.
She's all like, "OH! I know you!!"
I'm just like...."UH, how do you know me?"
"Your his ex right?!"
I could tell by the way she was texting me, that she was basically bubbling with excitement.
I was just annoyed and exasperated, I thought about bitching at her to fuck off and leave me alone but then I figured that'd make me seem like the smaller person.
So I just told her yeah and she starts talking about the dance she met me at with Mr.Exness.
I honestly just wished she'd shut up.
Which finally she did because I guess my sarcasm or complete uninterested attitude came through my messages.
So then! I got a-hold of Mr.E.
I told him Congratulations on your new damned boots and thanks for fucking up and making other people who I DO NOT KNOW text me.
He never responded.
Probably because he's and incompetent dipshit.
I should kick his ass.
He's always afraid I'll hurt him, maybe I should.
He deserves it to be honest.
Cheating little mother fucking prick.
I hope that little ho he's with gives him crabs.
Wait, forgot.
He's still a virgin, he says she is too.
She's one slutty looking virgin.
Anyway, I feel better.
I ranted about that dickhead.
Time to move on!
Tomorrow I have to go get labwork done.... yipppeee!
Not.
Have I ever mentioned I don't like doctors, or hospitals?
Oh right, I did..
Well I'm mentioning it again.
I don't like doctors, or hospitals.
And I don't like completely absorbed with themselves and have no clue that they're heartless and retarded assesss.
Like my ex.
Oops, I said we were moving on from that..
But yeah, hopefully tomorrow goes alright...
But besides lab work...
Mrs.Z. is making me go shopping too?!
How much worse could it get.
I really don't like shopping.
Just like I don't like doctors and hospitals.
I read something in the series I'm reading, the main character agrees with me about shopping being horrid.
She said, "Shopping is just another one of Life's necessary evils, like brussel sprouts and high heeled shoes."
So that's what I'm totally going to use from now on.
That is my favorite quote.
My head hurts.
I can't even take any pills for it.
Because I'm not supposed to have any type of pills at least two weeks before surgery.
They don't want it to cause excessive bleeding.
Blah blah blah...
I've been really ticked lately, like more than usual.
It's not just going into the dark place I normally shove it to shut it up.
Stupid headache..
Stupid stress..
Stupid peopleeeee...
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