I’m frustrated…
with work and my overall worth. I ask for something new. I guess that can’t happen. Forget that I have an advanced degree in Computer Science and seniority over most people in my department…
with my dogs. KC decided to walk underneath Sammy while he started pissing. Gross. And Sammy has a new obsession with toilet paper.
with my lack of motivation. It’s about a half hour until Mike gets home. Gonna get shit about not washing the dishes or cleanin up the house. Still can’t bring myself to do it.
with my lack of funds. Since we went on vacation, it seems like I haven’t been able to catch up.
with all the fucking mosquito bites I got from sitting outside moping about all my frustrations.
with my lack of original blog topics. I didn’t used to have many friends. So it didn’t matter what I said. No one would be offended. No one would care. Would anyone now…probably not.
with my stupid diet. I want a god damn donut. Maybe some carrot cake. Mmmm….carrot cake.
with my problems with alcohol. And all the other fucking problems that come with that…
with my ten year high school reunion like next week. Yeah…I’ll go and be the hot mess alone in the corner.
with me turning into a big hermit again because i’m scared of everything….all over again.
I’m frustrated. But you can’t really feel sorry for me….You’re probably frustrated too.
