P.I.S.S.E.D.

I did not forget your birthday. I just did not wish you. (I'm not sure which is worse.) I'm sorry I used to be so sacred to sleepover at your place. Rock on, Rah Rah!

What a random day. Fed on magazines for awhile. Radio. Phone call from a friend, who talked about her life.... Zzzzzzarrghzzzzugghhh. In (other) words: The phone call made me feel bored, frustrated, bored, and then annoyed.

You know, today's one of those days where I just wanted to be left alone, to wrap myself up with myself and maybe try to figure a few things out. And listening to a friend go on about her problems, wasn't exactly my idea of "wrapping myself with myself". So much for 'Severe self- centredness' Sunday.

I am not Superwoman. I cannot magically transform your jerk of a boyfriend into a non- jerk. And.... I don't care that your parents have started you on an 11 o' clock curfew. And, I seriously don't care that you think your 24 inch (I'm just guessing) waist is fat.

You know, I think my fwend has too many problems for her own good. She should just change her name to Problematic Tan. And I think this is the part where everyone puts my name under their "Friends4Life!!!! NOT." list. But... You know, at least I stayed on the line. Ha ha ha.

Anyway........ I am declaring myself "emotionally unavailable". And, haha, I am not even sure what I exactly mean, when I say that I am "emotionally unavailable". But!!! I, Justine, am emotionally unavailable. As of today.

Wow. I'm being such an asshole. I think the whole "I am Justine, and I don't wash my hair daily" routine is really bringing out the asshole within. I mean, smelly/bad hair does equal asshole. Eg: Steven. (Aha! At least I still have a sense of humour! Phew.) So hormonal. Justine@extremelynegative-killmenow.com

The world is indeed chaotic. I wish the Lord would just take me. (I sure hope this is just PMS.) All right, goodnight! (And, I need to stop starting my sentences with 'And'.)