screw this, screw that

I wake up and find my computer died. I look in my house and see disarray that apparently only I can clean.

I look at my relationships and I see that I give more than I receive laterally. Laterally. I get nothing. I'm tired of trying to make things work and today I want to just have about half of my "friends" at present just hand me the friendship back and go their way while I go mind.

I'm totally serious. I want my armband and my crocheted anklet.

I got so mad at RM for asking me about my phone number. You don't text me. You don't call me. You don't even really walk down the hall and talk to me (yes... I live with you) and then you want to ask me for a way to communicate on a mobile device. Why would I give you a means to talk to me at anytime when you don't ever take the time to talk to me when I'm only 10 feet down the hall?

You're a fucking moron.

Having Brett go, "I'm going to go step out for a moment..." only to walk downstairs...? Fuck this. I'm going to bed.