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Thursday, June 11, 2009
I start off this post with a random note ~ I haven't been to the place Edwin's working at for quite sometime! I am supposed to be on a very strict diet, but really, I haven't been following it! Sometimes I really detest my lack of determination to pursue something I want THAT much! Janel Janel... you really sucketh.Now... proceeding to the main thing I want to highlight for the day.
My BFF (best.friends.forever). Let's just call him that for now. Hello BFF! I am really frustrated with you today. It (the previous sentence) carries with it the pent up frustrations from previous quarrels with you. Why issit that I keep quarreling with you? I do not do that with other friends. It really is frustrating. Here I am, trying really hard to get through to you about me, and there you are, taking down the bridge of understanding in which I have been trying to hard to build up.
I am not one person who expresses herself (I know this is really fucked up) well through words. This being that I stutter at my words sometimes and I don't really want to bring it through to you in the way which it all seems clear. You would have thought that I was trying to be that woman with a patronizing tone, again.
And you see, BFF, because of this really angry episode at work (this HAD to happen just before I went home) throughout this wonderful day spent together (had sakae sushi and to communicate without having to feel irritated or pissed off with each other), I met up with my sister with the most CCB face you could ever imagine. I do not want to carry all these anger with me when I leave the office! But you must mean something to me for me to carry that unwanted emotional burden with me back home.
SO, when I met up with my sister... she said, "Looks like you don't really want to go home with me." Another person sad, all kickstarts from a stupid prank at work. In which you thought that you would have been alright if I were to do that to you. I have alot of pride. And knowing that, you willingly became an accomplice to embarassing me in front of outsiders. Thank you... NOT!
I calmly explained to her, "No, I really want to go home with you. But I just had a fucking bad day at work." Thank God she was really understanding!
I felt so shitty, I even had to scout for comfort food. Fuck! My diet is damn fucked up to begin with, too.
So I went to sakae sushi again, this time for tempura ice cream. I ate it, and felt much better. I even went for some damned retail therapy! In which I shouldn't have, because I should be saving money!
Once again, THANK YOU NOT!
I really feel like screaming. But you know, my figure's already that fucked up, I know I shouldn't ruin my voice, too. Anyway, I really hope that sleeping it off will work. Or else, you're so not going to see me at work tomorrow. AND I MEAN IT!
xoxo Jank
Today's song:
Metallica - St. Anger