pillango

my friends (with the exception of HugsyGirl whom i adore beyond all reasonable amounts of adoration) are such cunts. why can't they get off their fences and just decide what the hell they want to do for new year's eve already? who cares? it's always ultra-anti-climatic anyway. no matter what plans you make, it usually sucks. i just want to know what i'm doing. otherwise why the fuck did i go through what i had to go through to get the wretched night off? (trust. you don't want to know what i had to go through!) said adored friend has offered to share her plans with me, but i'm not sure if i'll be able to make it to toronto. or anywhere beyond classless guelph. ugh. fuck. if i have to run into more people from high school, i'm going to start making up stories to make my life more interesting.

me, i'd be completely satisfied spending new years eve with some random awesome person who'd sing marc anthony songs to me, maybe snort some coke off my stomach, and make out with me whenever i fancy a kiss. i'm kidding about the singing (had you worried, huh?), and i'm willing to forgo the coke (maybe), but the making out would be crucial (and so lovely!).

bah. i'm beyond tired. that's what i get when i eat various foods with wheat, or gluten, more specifically. not only am i destroying my intestines, i'm also making myself rather cranky and absolutely drained. guess who works all night [again]? yay for the 3rd in a row! not to mention tomorrow afternoon. i'll need all the money i make for the therapy to re-activate my social life.