Blargh.

Sometimes I shake my head and ask myself "What's wrong with the world?" and then I realize it's almost always the people in it.

I think I've used the f word more times today than I have in my entire 17 years and 11 months of living. That's right. In one month I turn 18. But I'm serious.

Work was so long and all I can seem to think over and over again is "James is a douche bag." Because that's what he is. I was so frustrated the entire time and I kind of want to kick him. Plus, my uncle went to jail for something he didn't even do. I swear my aunt is a crazy bitch. She arrested him for domestic abuse and it took 800 dollars for my mom to bail him out. Not even cool. Now he has to sleep on our couch because he's not allowed home for 72 hours. And my poor 14 year old cousin is there on his own with her. I just wonder how she can be so cruel, sick and insane. Just because he finally gained the courage to divorce her.

On the bright side, my friends were nothing but welcoming and understanding when I showed up late to bowling. They're so supportive. I bowled a 108. YAY.

Oh and my feet kill from trying on my heels for five minutes? They're only 2 and a half inches. Fail.

Ishouldgotobed. Ishouldgotobed. Ishouldgotobed.

xP