shit

I have an attitude. 

Seems all the women in my family are on a diet.  They're losing weight for the wedding. No one wants to be ""the fat one""... I guess that will be me.

John decided to avoid me all last week even though I had a small project to do for him.  He decided to talk to me yesterday and keeps poking his head in my office to look over my shoulder.

I  don't understand why.  I don't dare ask.  I'm not sure that I want to know.

My face is breaking out again.  I'm considering a professional sand blasting.

I can't find my Chuck Taylors.

I'm tired of work. I need a vacation.

We'll spend whatever it takes if it's what I really want.  I don't know if I really want it. How much really is necessary, really?  I guess I don't really want it, huh?

If I want to buy white Chuck Taylors and glue rhinestones on them, I will.  Stop rolling your eyes it only makes me want a matching blue pair.

I got my paycheck and it's short the three days I took off.  I forgot to expect that.

I don't do anything anymore.  I barely talk to my friends. 

I'm frustrated and I have no outlet.  I need a vent. 

and a drink

and new shoes.