Maybe it's because I want my Medis for two days (or more) have never taken. I always scheduled. * Catch *
But I go to the absolute time sooo crappy. I'm thinking too much. Or too little. And args. I hate my life. Me and all the trimmings. well, not everything. I like my friends. I .... respect my mother. I thought at least once, even if I would like to desöfteren times turn her neck.
But I hate her husband
I feel sick.
matter. That's it really.
I invite here simply lift the whole scrap, which is me at the moment through my head.
scrap 1: I need money, damn it. Where to get money. Oh yeah. Work. Man. I'd like to work somewhere where I have little or no human contact. A perfect
Angebod by the employment office: magazines deliver.
Wuhoooo. But the damned type is no time of day at any of the two phones ran, he has given! Grrrr. This is really the vomit. I will kill him!
This is another point and finery ... woha. My mom, says, I am physically unable. God, I know that my cycle sometimes flimsy but no matter. In the end I will probably have no other.
scrap 2: My beloved Dr. House be replaced. At least as half full. I still love the DVDs and I adore House. The marriage proposal from Wilson was finally too great.
But since yesterday, since NEM funny, stupid dream, I'm fired in Perry Cox. So the little doctor of Dr. House emulate. * G *
God, I love the guy and I want to be so immature to me that he would sleep with me or something.
I think ... I need ne father figure. But Cox and House are not the best father figures, so really, totally stupid.
I'm stupid, but whatever. I adore just next to Dr. Cox and I need some time to get the Scrubs DVDs. But for this I need money urgs * * But the consequences today cheered me sooo beautiful. For at least the duration of the two episodes.
scrap 3: IS I HAVE ABDOMINAL PAIN AND I KOTZÜBEL!
scrap 4: I am absolutely pathetic that a person I am devoted still faithful to the hate or will prefer to forget, that I exestieren and I have never seen in real life, and only from the Internet know. I 'm something of pathetic that I still cling to this person and am regularly every week absolutely desperate for the thing. Grrr ... I HATE HATE HATE THAT!
Scrap 5: I am desperate. This is not even scrap but ne fact. I need someone to push me over the head and I can field at once. The motivation for me and cheer. The take me as I am and sometimes tolerated, can I complete labere bulshit.
point. Off. Gone!
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