it never ceases to amaze me how cranky I become on the weekends... poop. I only gained two plus pounds last week...
the smell of bacon is in the air... i could eat a pound and a half right now in one sitting...
why don't people ever ask me to do anything? What is wrong with me? do people actually think I have a full life? I have a lot of things I do but it's far from full and fulfilling... I feel like a leper...
boo hoo... I'm crying on the inside.
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