I think that I'm sunburnt.

So. Today has been crappy. In fact, I cannot think of one good thing this whole week.

I ran out of gas, today I got sun burnt while trying to read outside (while my neighbors were having a really loud party at 2 in the afternoon, which really unfortunately included a male stripper. I only heard, and saw afterwards when I was going to get something out of my car.)
I wasted a lot of gas and money yesterday.
I've been waiting for months. But, then I remember it's always like this, and I'm always the one who doesn't matter. Why am I such an idiot?
I kind of miss Fred, lately. But that makes sense right? I mean, missing someone who is your friend makes sense? Of course it does.
The saddest part is that we pretend to talk all the time.

I hate when you really want to find something out, but then you do, and it's really anticlimactic.

If I'm not listening to you read out loud from some stupid magazine. And I'm typing at the same time you're talking to me (interupting me, rather) I probably don't care what you have to say.
Can't you tell that I don't care? Can't you tell that I'm typing on a computer and NOT looking at you? I don't care about it, shut up.
This entry is cut short 1) I have nothing else to say, or expand on politely and 2) C*r*, my coworker (name withheld), won't shut up and let me alone.

argh, shut up.