07 April 2009

I want my boyfriend back.

Fuck you, Jackson. Seriously. I've been fine till today. Today, I miss him.

Trying to force myself out of the house. Do good teachers work over Spring Break? Catch up? If they do, consider me a shitty teacher. 'Cause I don't feel like moving.

I still need an oil change. Eddie's insisting that I let him/his dad do it. It would definitely save me money. But what a pain in the ass. I don't know. We'll see. I'm going to attempt to change the bulbs myself.

My cursor has disappeared? The hell . . .

Supposed to hang out with Dooley this evening. Not sure what we're doing. Something cheap, I hope. I don't even want to look at my bank account.

"You're always laying on a couch." Yes. Yes, I am.

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