You make me this way.

(This pic was too funny this early morning.)

Why is it that when I want to get mail, it never comes. I'm expecting two packages, and nothing. I swear the mailman hates me. Should I say mail woman? Ever since I scared her, which was a total accident, I've felt this underlying hate. Power dike with a vengeance. I just want my pirated DVD and charm bracelet. It's all I ask. Is that too much? Gees. I swear, thank whoever for email. It's so the way to go.

I watched Ghost World this early morning after being awoken. What else to do. I've been hassled for forever to watch this movie. And to all my movie theater peeps. She gets fired for not upselling. BAHA. I really liked the movie, and well it's been forever in a day, but I finally watched it. Aren't we proud?

Ever notice how the holidays really put people in the spirit? I've never seen such gifted assholes. It never fails. Each year, around this time, people become absolutely unbearable. Something about the birth of that Jesus. You think these people go home, and are raped with a pine cone. No it's just the stress of shopping. Seriously, shopping is for therapy. You shouldn't be getting so angry. I just don't understand. I come home happy when I shop. Where are we going wrong when we come home angry after a day full of purchases? Fuck if I know. At least try and get shopping right people.

The ponytail is back at work. WHY?!?! I guess I don't mind that she's back, but it should at least come with warning. I shouldn't be surprised like that. My heart can't take such surprises again. Between her and Ned Flanders, I'm gonna die a slow and painful death. Nah, it's not that bad. I just stick to being a bitch. Works like a charm.

Why must I take naps after 6? And Meli, totally sorry that I seemed to cut you off during texts tonight. That's me being pathetic and falling asleep mid text. Because I've decided that I needed a nap, well more my exhaustion decided this for me, I'm up now. Of course.

I guess I could wish my aunt a happy birthday. Jana. Ha, you're 40. I think. No, wait. Damnit, she's 37. Fuck that I wanted to rub it in. Well 37's killing her anyway, God forbid you get old and all. I'm once to talk. It's just funny to see people freak about their age. I guess this means another family dinner...and depending on who's going, I might show up. Hey, it's free food, and Tuesday. Tuesday's suck with great magnitude anyway, so why not? I act like I'm invited. If I go, someone will piss me off, and if I don't I'll hear about it later. So oh well. No win situation here. Might as well piss them off in person, right?

Enough of this shit. Peace out.

And for those that matter. Lulas.