I haven't slept. My Net just started working again. I'm still writing my essay. I haven't started my personal statements yet. I'm apparently the antithesis of a BKLYN shill and a constant BKLYN flamer, even though yesterday was my first time on a BKLYN thread, and I was actually nice.
Sometimes I hate this place.
ETA: Oh, what's this? Yes, I actually have tears streaming down my face now. The Europe Aunt has decided to pull the Bitch Card and has said I either do it her way or nothing at all. Meaning my current itinerary has me in London for HALF A DAY (yes, one afternoon) and in Paris for TWO FULL DAYS. That's it. Two days. 4 nights, sure, but two of those nights are evening arrivals so my day is wasted. My trip is ruined. I'm wasting my money. I F*CKing hate everything. She's being a cunT. (Would you call this karma, Cam? If this doesn't make you feel better, I don't know what will.)
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell
Updated On: 2/21/05 at 09:48 AM