I have to go catch my bus to my unfulfilling, simple job that even a dumb ass could do.
I must go make signs, but not just make signs, be everything else. I must learn how to run the cash register, even though I have insisted that I don't learn, because I don't want to be a cashier. I want to make signs, and help customers, and that would be all.
My grampa is sick :( I'm sure he'll be alright. I found out on Tuesday that he's in the hospital with Bronchial Pneumonia, and they want to send him in for a CT Scan because the "found something" on his lungs.
I went to Dianne's funeral. It was beautiful. I cried, because I saw pictures of her and her grandchildren, and I thought of my grandparents, and how much I love them, and how much they mean to me. I couldn't imagine losing them. I love them too much.
Chris is talking to that whore that he fucked 2 years back. This just pisses me off beyond all belief. He wants me to forgive him, to trust him, but when I do, he always goes back to her. Maybe I should just leave, and let him have her?
Whatever. I have to leave for work now.
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