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Yes. Um...yeah. Blame it on Resident Evil and me, TJ, and Noir babbling insanely about it. Yes. o_o

Today was a day. Did clothes, kicked Bud out of my mom's place and got to bitch at him. Got my check, loaned my mom $10 till tomorrow (today). Went to the mall, wandered around a bit and whatnot. Bought food (munchies), came home and made food. Mmm, chinese-y. :9 Um......loafed, watched Resident Evil, played DDR, and took a bath. Whee! My hair feels so nice now. ^_^

Yeah, I really don't have a whole lot to write about. We had a nice storm earlier, but not as cool as it could have been. Bah.

;_;

I can't find my ID. o_o And I can't go to The Splash tonight if I don't have it...

Help my find my ID. ;_;

10PM - AUUUUUUUUGH!!!! I looked for TWO FUCKING HOURS earlier and I STILL CAN'T FIND IT. I am so fucking pissed off. I want to go to the club, but I can't without valid ID. And I can't go get a new one cause it's 10PM. I don't want everyone to be disappointed and stuck at home cause my dumb ass lost her damn ID. AUGH. I'm such a fuck.


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Y'know...

It really pisses me off when I TRY and TRY to find something. Because I require it for us to go out and have a good time. And when I fail, it's viciously thrown back into my face. It LOOKED for that goddamn ID, goddamnit. And I couldn't find it. I looked for TWO FUCKING HOURS. Me AND Noir. And it's nowhere to be found. And then you have to throw it back at me and make me guilty for not finding it, when it's obviously not here. I can't help if it's not here. I can't magically conjure it up. It doesn't work like that. I'm sorry that I ruined the plans for tonight. I'm sorry that I'm such a fucking idiot and can't keep track of things. But you just say 'whatever'. Don't whatever me, I'm not fucking Chealsea. I give a fuck, I looked and looked until I was on the verge of tears because I wanted us to go out and have fun. Because I knew you'd do this when we couldn't go out. Fucking christ, can't you be a little more lienient? Couldn't we have figured out something else to do? It's not the end of the world if we don't go to the club. And after you were so cool about it on the phone. Actually consoling me cause I was freaking out cause I couldn't find it. Jesus fuck. I bent over backwards to look for that damn thing. Tore the room apart and put it back together. There's nothing I can do if it's not here. And I'm sorry.

Or maybe I should just fucking not do anything anymore. I'm such a fucking klutz and I can't go a day without losing something and it being my fault regardless.