For a while I got pretty bad at hiding the terrible mood I was always in but I'm getting good again.  It actually amazes me sometimes.  Cover up a constant weird/bad mood with hyper activity.

Someone got hit by a car today in the mall's parking structure.  I think everyone Christmas shopping needs to chill the fuck out and not hit people with their cars in a frenzied attempt to find a parking spot. Get a grip.

Tamica- We need to talk.  I'm sad.

I'm also sick of taking the backseat to my jealousy.  It'd be awesome if it didn't fuck with my head all the time and make me feel more like shit. That'd be fantastic.

I don't ever wanna go back to school. ugh. I'll just work at Journeys forever. Sounds good.

Being festive at work: