2:57 am - I’ve been feeling sick all day.
9:17 pm - I wanted sleep.
3:05am - I still feel like shit. I’m obviously still awake; everybody keeps waking me up. Not even a minute of sleep.
Now the feeling is gone.
And every time I tried ordering my drink, my girlfriend and my roommate (both Starbucks workers too) kept cutting me off. And honestly it seemed like it went like this:
Girlfriend: So I wear a black shirt.
Roommate: I do too.
Me: So, I want a -
Barista: I’m wearing one right now!
Girlfriend: And I have a green apron.
Me: I want a soy -
Roommate: With pockets!
Me: A TALL SOY -
Barista: Like the one I’m wearing right now!!!
Fuck you all, I don’t even want my tall, soy hot chocolate anymore.
Sorry for my rant, tumblr…but at least you guys know what I wanted.
Emotional. Physical. Sexual.
I swear, if some of the people in my fucking life don’t get their shit together soon, I am fucking decapitating them all.
So, my old dog now lives with the girlfriend and I.
We’ve had him for two days now, and in a cat home, it seems like an eternity.
For the past two nights he’s been howling.
I looked up training/conditioning tips and I have to go Dog Whisperer on his ass.
I had to lead him in our walk this morning.
He suffers from separation anxiety and I suffer from social anxiety.
So naturally, I felt ridiculous walking with my chest puffed out. But I let myself believe I was Top Dog.
Now, he finally laid down willingly.
I have to train my 12yr old dog…fun.
Posting a picture up later of my baby Growlithe (: