Ex boyfriend of ten years ago takes extraordinary measures to find me on fb.
He and I split up before we got on facebook, so we were never friends online. So what does he do? Pays a buck to have his message dropped in my inbox instead of my junk folder. On valentine’s day. Creep factor grows exponentially.
Attempts to tell me his life story of what’s happened since he left me for some girl willing to sleep with him. I give him no details about my life lest he thinks its an invitation to have a conversation, and politely but firmly tell him i have zero desire to have any contact with him.
You dumped me, enjoy Detroit, don’t contact me again.
Continuing the never-ending saga that is this week, I ditched school today because I spun out on the icy road less than a mile to my house and into the turn lane. I took that as a sign, turned the fuck around, and went home.
I am in a horrible mood today, for whatever reason.
Boyfriend is sick and I got almost zero homework done this past weekend.
We’re now in something like week 7 of shitty cold weather, and I am so fucking over it. Going to start planning my fabulous post-bar exam vacation with boyfriend.
You know, assuming I actually have money to go on vacation.
Oh, and i’ve got another appointment with my GP because my heart murmur went from once or twice a month last semester to almost nothing over november and december and january to like 10-15+ times a day starting last week.
Let’s all hope I don’t have a heart attack and die before I take the bar, that would be a great big waste of time and money.
The guy who invented the theory that vaccines cause autism had his medical license revoked for it
Many successful women suffer from impostor syndrome. Impostor syndrome is the feeling that you’re a fraud—that you’re somehow less qualified than your peers, less deserving of success, and that you’ll be ‘found out’ if you don’t work longer and harder than everyone else.
“you only like that hockey player because he’s cute”
Putting my minions’ bluebook edits together feeling like a disney villain:
"Do I have to fucking do everything myself?!”
Except you know they don’t swear in disney.
Dog is not well.
vet appt isn’t for another 3 hours. She’s panting, warm, and lethargic. I’m trying to remember everything I’ve seen her do in the last 48 hours. Not helping.
I really hope she’s going to be okay.
so annoyed with life i have done the following:
- did 2 loads of laundry
- folded all of said laundry
- successfully paired all my socks (no you don’t understand how relieved I am to get an even number of socks out of the goddamn dryer)
- eliminated the floordrobe
- shredded identifying papers (spam from the mail, i live in a paranoid parrot household)
- scrubbed the shit out of my shower
- conducted my first-ever drain volcano (guys guys guys just put baking soda down the drain, follow with white vinegar and then hoooraaaayyy) so now my bathroom smells like salt & vinegar chips
- eliminated mildew from shower mat & shower curtain
I would post before & afters, but a) ashamed of the state of things in the “before” column and b) already unfucked it all
Apparently all I need is coffee.
Now I need to get the A & D ointment out of my pajama pants and study.
Dinner with mama, more homework, bluebooking, etc etc.