Nyeh... I hate journals. I've gotten in trouble for writing in here before and I really don't wanna bother going through all that bullshit again but... GOD I am so BORRRRRED!!!!
Everyone I like to talk to is busy with Christmas shit. I hate Christmas. It's a waste of time and money. Also time. Especially my time.
God why can't everyone just drop everything and dedicate their lives to entertaining me?? I'm kidding of course... that would be illogical... unless someone wants to vollunteer. I won't object.
So I'm sitting here, smoking a cigarette (yumm nicotine) when my nephew decides he wants to take a swim... in the toilet. In MY toilet. Thereby making me responsible. Of course.
My cat is trying to catch my hair every time I move my head. I think she must be bored too. Poor Bebe, I feel your pain. She's meowing in gratitude for my understanding. I love her.
I think I'm going to have to work tomorrow... there's an overload of dogs at the kennel (because of Christmas... of course) and I doubt the two people on schedule tomorrow will be able to handle it all.
Ok, so I'm pretty much just trying to find random shit to type about now. That's kinda desperate and sad (that I dont' have anything genuinely interesting to say) so I'm gonna stop now.
The End.
~♥Sarah♥~
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