I am bored, therefore I spam.
My sister is wearing my favorite going out shirt. She says mom "found it" in the wash and assumed it belongs to one of her friends. Right.
"She thought it was Jamie's because she didn't think it would fit you."
(Jamie, by the way, is twice my size.)
Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm tired of hearing how my clothes don't look like they should fit me. I've dropped fifteen goddamn pounds to get to 125, and I'm looking pretty slender. What the fuck?
I was about one hair from ordering her take it off right now. Be naked. See if I care. Because really, grrrr. If she knew it wasn't hers, she shouldn't have put it on. I can be stingy that way because I pay for my things and have since I was fourteen. I have no concept of "I liked it, so I just took it" or "daddy, give me money because I'm going out," and so when others use my things without asking, it bothers me to no end.
Fucktarts, man. I'm getting a lock with my next paycheck. Too many of my things get "left behind" in the dryer. I do one load of laundry a week. This is ridiculous. On the plus side, tonight is laundry night, and so I intend on ordering it back the minute I walked through the door. I intend on wearing that shirt on Friday, so I'm at least glad this happened sooner rather than later.
How long until I have enough money to move? Ashley, you sure you don't have a hidden room somewhere in that condo? Hell, at this point, I'd rent the damn futon if it came with a nice privacy curtain. Urrrrrgh.
"She thought it was Jamie's because she didn't think it would fit you."
(Jamie, by the way, is twice my size.)
Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm tired of hearing how my clothes don't look like they should fit me. I've dropped fifteen goddamn pounds to get to 125, and I'm looking pretty slender. What the fuck?
I was about one hair from ordering her take it off right now. Be naked. See if I care. Because really, grrrr. If she knew it wasn't hers, she shouldn't have put it on. I can be stingy that way because I pay for my things and have since I was fourteen. I have no concept of "I liked it, so I just took it" or "daddy, give me money because I'm going out," and so when others use my things without asking, it bothers me to no end.
Fucktarts, man. I'm getting a lock with my next paycheck. Too many of my things get "left behind" in the dryer. I do one load of laundry a week. This is ridiculous. On the plus side, tonight is laundry night, and so I intend on ordering it back the minute I walked through the door. I intend on wearing that shirt on Friday, so I'm at least glad this happened sooner rather than later.
How long until I have enough money to move? Ashley, you sure you don't have a hidden room somewhere in that condo? Hell, at this point, I'd rent the damn futon if it came with a nice privacy curtain. Urrrrrgh.