adrenalynne

just when i let my guard down, and start to trust someone - i get randomly dumped in a myspace email. seriously. its like, not even a real email.
who the fuck does that!? nonconfrontational pussy retarded artists with no asses and hairy backs and bad hair, apparently.
i am furious. like, mad and ragey and horrible. plus i have some seriously horrible PMS kicking in right about yesterday. oh man.
at least i have tool to look forward to. and dinner at fressen. mmm. fressen. its been so, so long. i have missed eating at place where they serve real food and i don't have to ask my server to change 1,001 things about my order.

im also exhausted. working two jobs turns out to be a lot of working and not a lot of sleeping. well - not that i ever slept lots before ... im just saying.

oh, and my fresh red hair!? totally fucking faded out. damned pigments on sale, sucking me in!
rage rage rage fury fury fury anger anger anger
thats me in a nutshell. a very mad nutshell.

i just need to stop trusting people that i like. from now on, if i like you, i am going to avoid you because i dont want you to have to deal with my rage when you fuck it up. because you will.