So, love it when I get drunken phone calls. Love it when an 'apology' makes me feel like shit. I was so fucking happy. Nothing was wrong. Then you try and fuck shit up. You know what? Fuck you. I will not let this get to me. I found someone who likes me and doesn't treat me like shit. I will continue to be happy and continue to not give a shit about you or your life. You're fucking jealous.
I can't wait until tomorrow. You always manage to make me feel better.
It's kinda terrible and I know I'm not the best person for supporting it, but I'm closer with her anyways. And you treat her like shit. So, you know what? You don't deserve her. I'll help her get out, dammit.
Ritchie from Grocery brought his daughter into Safeway yesterday. She's two and honestly the cutest child I have ever seen, Karen and I gave her some Disney Princess toys, haha. But, seeing her broke my heart. Her mom has breast cancer. I can't even imagine how Ritchie must feel to know that he may have to raise her alone. It just put a lot of things in perspective and made me realize why Gord is so insistent on raising money for breast cancer research. Any problems in my life turned to nothing when I met that little girl.
Okay, so I JUST realized Christmas is in like nine days. WTF. Slow down days, give me some time to figure out a new plan. BACK OFF basically. Merp. I can't believe I slept so much last night, jeeeze. What to do todayyy, probably nothing. I am poor and bored. Lame. And I have to close the bakery tomorrow. No calling in late. Lame. Other than that, things are gooood. HOW DO I WRITE THIS FREAKING LETTER?!
Oh my god, I feel 100% terrible. I think I am actually going to throw up. God, I hope I can get my work done quickly today and then go home, I haven't felt like this in a while. WHY WASN'T I ABLE TO SLEEP?! I have to leave for work in like ten minutes, fuuuuck.
I am so tired. FUCK. Getting drunk two days in a row is a bad idea, APPARENTLY. Well, last night was more so than the night before. I'm really paying for it today. I love it when it feels like knives are in my head. IN MY HEAD. Well, last night was super fun, and crazy. Haha. It's also really funny when I meet people and I'm like "Oh alright, they seem nice" then find out they're insane and hated. Haha, hopefully I am not found on Facebook. I also fail at drinking games. Except the most unique underwear, I win at that one. I just happened to be wearing a gold thong. How coincidental. I never want to drink again. Except, that's a dirty lie. Friday will be a night to get drunk. Although, at this rate you're going to think I'm a big nympho or something. I say things when I get drunk. Jeeze. We do need a phone cabinet for when we're drinking. I wanted to stop texting when I was drinking but it wasn't affecting me for so long so I figured it'd all be cool. THEN IT HIT ME. Hahaha. Anyways. Working time. Damn, I hope there is minimal packaging. I dread working right now. I'm going to pass out when I get home, I think.
"If you knew my story word for word, if you knew my history. Would you go along with someone like me?" I'm starting to realize that it's a yes. It's not my choice that you know what you know. My mom mentions things, you ask. I can't lie! Which is a problem, I guess. Although it's nice that you just assure me you won't go crazy and make jokes about it. I don't think I've ever laughed more. "I'd kill you." "Whatever, I just came in your ass" Seriously, even now I can't stop laughing. Dammit. I don't think two people are supposed to get along this well. Also, people are going to have to stop being home all the time. It's not fair. Gord telling me he wants to make me an assistant. STRAIGHT FROM THE STORE MANAGERS MOUTH! *Sigh of delight* I'm too happy right now. It's wonderful.
Yep, it was five hours of Brittany dying. BUT I got one of the best sleeps of my life when I got home. So good. I just need four days of getting 2-5 hours of sleep each and then I can sleep! Yay! Work tonight, hopefully it goes alright. It'll be nice to listen to music for 8 hours. And it's easy work. AND tomorrow is pretty much like a day off. So, it's not TOO bad. It'd just be cool if I didn't work overnight. People need to stop being home, at all times. Uhg. A lack of siblings would be nice too. Also, apparently, I'm liked. And I'm the first one.
I am more than exhausted right now. Seriously. I don't know how I'm going to get through work, it's going to be five hours of Brittany dying, I'm going to try and go home a hour early, I think. It's my own fault I'm this tired though. And it was so worth it.
Things that I have begun to accept about my life I have now realized are directly related to hypoglycemia. I want it to be under control, but it's hard unless I test my blood sugar when I wake up, after I eat and at other times through out the day. I hate needles. Last time I tried the whole blood testing thing it was very painful and I couldn't even look. This is just so damn difficult. If it drops too low symptoms arise. If it gets too high symptoms arise. Apparently things other than sugar can affect it as well. Like potatoes. Well that's just fantastic. I just had a dinner of potatoes. So now I am dizzy, shaking, have a headache, exhausted and angry. The anger isn't a symptom. I'm just angry. And I work at 9 AM. Fuck. I'm too young for this shit. I shouldn't have to be on a timed special meal plan at this age. I've been shaking for the past hour and a half. I hate riding this out. Fuck, I am so exhausted with all this. But, you caring and listening makes it a bit better. Thank you for being completely awesome <3
Hey, go away, thanks. Get it through your head. I am happy. I do not need your empty apologies. I need you to GO AWAY. Thank you. Hopefully you got it finally. I missed Starbucks for hours talking and having fun. Ah, the good life. <3