The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

AGHHHHHH!!! $#*&%#*@^
Listening to: I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace

Edited by [eM] after original post date.
Ugh... ok so it's been a while since I have had a "Life is getting crappy" post.

So today I woke up at 2:30. I have to be to work at 2:45. I was like "SHI--------T!!!" If it wasn't for my mom staying home from work today and making a racket in the kitchen I would've missed work.

I rush ready, and rush to work only to be rushed as soon as I got there. Non-stop business all night long. But it helped the night seem to go by faster. On my break I called Molly but the phone was busy. So on my next break I called her and got through. This is where my day decided to pull out the wild cards and say "F*** YOU!"

Apparently, she got online (why I couldn't get through the first time) to talk to John, her ex. He made amends with her and said he got a multimillion dollar contract with a record label. (He is a really good singer... say.. move over Josh Groban...) The people that mean the most to him or have made an impact in his life he is giving oh... a million dollers to or so. Molly is on that list. So now I have an ex (of molly's of course) sweeping the love of my life away from me with his voice, stardom, and a million dollars. At the same time as this is going on, Mark, Special K, messages Molly to say "I miss you and I was wondering if you wanted to 'get together'?". So now Mark is making his yearly loop back into her life.

I really tried to hide how much that REALLY bothered me. But when she said "I got 2 more letters from Jared today. He wants me to send him pictures, so I am." I flew off the handle. I have been asking her for 2 years to send me pictures. She NEVER does. I got pictures from our proms... and some with the instant camera over a year ago. But NEVER has she printed me pictures, or gotten me the ones I wanted. Even after nagging her. As soon as the "Oh so great Jared" asks for them she is on it instantly. *sigh* That really made me feel like shit. My whole night was fucked after that. All I ever hear about it Jared this... Justin this... I swear to God she might as well date them. I don't have a problem with her writing Jared, infact I asked her to cause he was in war. But she seriously has something for him (admitted in one way or another) so now I am really upset about this. It used to be "I don't ever have time to write you a letter... if I did I would." But suddenly there is time to write Jared weekly? And still no time to write the boyfriend. She then had the nerve to say "But Jared is lonely and this is special." WHAT THE F***!? I am lonely... I don't talk to her much anymore cause of work and her play. I don't get pictures when I beg and wish for them. So does that mean I am not special? I see how things are now. Other men = 20, Home/Boyfriend = 0 *bigger sigh* On top of that, Scott wants to become friends with Molly again. Oh fricken joy... all three are on a revolution against me.

So then I get off the phone and go back to work. Danielle knew something was bothering me and kept trying to cheer me up by tickling me and slapping my ass with a towel (don't figure that as 'enjoyable'). So I told her what was going on inbetween the huge rushes and she gave me her advice. But that was expected.

I get home tonight after work to come in to Joey holding Susan, our pet rat. She is dying. After holding her and looking at her I wanted to cry because she looked like she was in so much pain. I wanted to just end it for her, but how? *sigh* She can't use her front legs anymore, and she can barely chew. She can't get water and she has red moving dots on her. After 2 baths, they reappeared... from her skin! Parasites. Endo-parasites. Crawl through your skin kind. She is over 2 years old. Rats live 2-3 so she was expected to die. I read tonight "Don't put rats in cages with cedar or pine bedding... it will give them (list symptoms here)." That's all she has had her whole life. My god... fricken bastard pet store people who sold it to us for her. So yeah... another death. I actually liked just that rat instead of the 3.

My friend Brian is having troubles too... I have been talking to him about this "someone" and now she is being a b*****... aiy. Bee, we need to have a drink together... when you gonna be home?

I hate life sometimes. Just when things look up I am proved that it always gets worse. So in close, I hate Mark, I hate John, I hate Scott, I hate little red moving dots, and I hate biznatches that treat my close close friends like shizzle. Zach, you know how I feel about the "game" Jessika is playing and you did explain it to me, but my opinion still stands. At least my opinion doesn't change when your back is turned and the other party is involved. You better start picking your words and advice because from what I heard from Molly, your side has "changed".

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 12:52 AM