wad a stinking croak. nothing goes right for me. if i think i want to go left, the right way will be right. if i think i want to go right, the right way will be left. or whatever it is that's making me so confused.

i'm getting really really sick of everything. and no, it's not your crappified problem if i'm a pessimist. i rather expect something less and get something more than over expect. trust me, those things never work out right. and i repeat. i'm not PMSing. i just AM in a foul mood.

and no. i do not want to go to JC, i do not want to go to school. i do not like green eggs and ham. ok, wrong thing. i do not want to cheer up for the heck of it.

and hell. it's still christmas. well, it wouldn't be in 9 mins time!

is it too much to ask? seriously, IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK? let's give christine a break. but NO! i don't hear that coming from anyone that counts. and i'm not deaf. and i think i'm going to go raving mad. what happens? everything screws itself up. i'm going to drown myself in alcohol. screw the hangover.