KG's Hideaway

Warning: This post will contain many swear words. Skip it if you don't like it.

Well, thank GOD I went to meet with my professor last night to catch up on the info from class. WTF? I'm pretty sure that the stuff we're supposed to be doing isn't any form of math but rather we are having to learn Russian. This stuff is seriously crazy. Whatever.

So anyway, last night I was really flustered but Craig flew in and wanted to go to dinner after I got done with the prof, so we just met at Spaghetti Warehouse. I walked, damn near in tears, and there he is with a gift bag and flowers. and what's the first thing I say to him? "Why did you buy me something?" Crappy, I know- but I didn't mean it that way. So I look in the bag and it's Godiva chocolates on top... then, a bottle of perfume. Unfortunately, it's the same one that I just bought a month ago. I tried to just say "Thank you" but he said, "I know you said you were out..." so then I told him, "No, I said I'm out of the Armani, not Mackie." Again, shitty... but I didn't mean it that way (my recurrent theme evidently) So today, I'm exchanging them. If I wasn't almost out of Armani Code (OMG this stuff smells the BEST!!!) I would just keep the Mackie until I needed it. So again, I don't mean it shitty...

Let the cussing begin. I'm about to throw my fucking phone into a fucking trash can. I am so fucking tired of everyone hunting me down on my fucking cell phone. Do you even TRY my fucking home phone? noooooooooooooo! My phone rings all fucking day for bullshit stuff and I'm just fed the fuck up. My sister is the worst offender. If you don't answer the damn phone she will continue calling every ten fucking minutes until you give in and answer. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh