Ugh.

I'm just going to put down a few thoughts today.  Call it a rant, call it what it is.

I love getting mixed signals.  I hear on one hand. "We don't care if you go out, just let us know."

I then hear on the other hand.  "I don't see why you have to go out on a weekday, you should have the curiosity to come home by 9PM."  "I don't see why alcohol has to be included when you go out." "I hear all the time about kids drinking then getting into accidents."

Blah blah blah.

Okay I went out with a couple of friends, had 2 16 ounce glasses of beer, and a whole steak tip dinner.  I'm 25 years old, and weigh about 190 pounds...

Just...  I don't even know what to say.

Some days...

Okay, I'm trying hard not to be a bitch about things, alright.  But venting is needed.

Okay, so I went out last night, okay so it was a group of just male friends, bowling, okay, so I had a few fucking drinks, okay, I had fun, I, yes me, went out with a FRIEND, and had FUN.

Fuck off and have a nice night.

So I came home at 12:30 in the morning, and I'm sorry I woke your ass up, yes, you NEED your sleep, and yes you fucking CAN'T fall asleep like a normal fucking human being, and YES your fucking mind TURNS AND TURNS at night, get a fucking sleeping aide like a normal fucking person.

And beyond that, asking "So, how was the sausage-fest last night" DOES NOT A FUCKING "conversation starter" make, and YOU WONDER WHY I just answered with an "eh, good, how was your day" "Horrible" Oh, thats nice, and you wonder why i'm not having a conversation with you yet?

"You don't seem like yourself today" Well because I woke up to someone being bitchy, cause I didn't answer my phone, and RUN out to get a haircut this morning, and its MY FAULT that he knocked over a box of white cornmeal, and I'm supposed to DROP everything because your hip is hurting, again. Well I'm sorry, I have a PART-TIME job to get to, which I work 5 hours a day...


Just... fuck this day.



FUCK!


Anyways, since I'm here I might as well do a tarot card pull...