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what a wonderful day....
2003-04-14, 6:10 a.m.

current mood: pissed. fucking pissed.

current song:hedgehog's dilemma, from the nge ost.

so i get this angry email from a friend, and i don't know one damn thing that he's talking about in it, and he's yelling at me.

ever had a rotten, stressing day because dating someone is like taking care of a three year old child? you've got to hold his hand to get him to do anything, and he cries at the drop of a hat. it's stressing to no end. it's times like those that has made me decide that i am never, ever having children. but to get on with the story, you've had this stressing, rotten day, in which you once again missed an oppertunity to see a good friend of yours. you finally convince said sad boyfriend to take you home, and after reluctance and tears, he leaves. your mother complains about you and him for 45 minutes afterward. when she goes to bed, you sit down to check your email, and you find three nasty messages: one from said friend you didn't see while she was in town; one from another friend accusing you of all sorts of shit and you have no idea what he's talking about; and one from yet another friend who's pissed because you decided to get some piercings, and you shouldn't do that to your body, and you'll never get a good job again.

that was my wonderful lovely day.

and, by the way that guy; you can burn in hell. i don't know what's going on, and you're jumping to conclusions because i haven't been able to check my mail in a week or so.

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