| Current mood: | aggravated |
| Current music: | The Wallflowers-Get Out of The Water |
Jamie needs to get his shit together. I was willing to give second chances. He's a great guy but if he doesn't stop lying, and not just to me, to everyone, we're all going to ditch him. I don't think he realizes that. And it isn't even big things anymore. He lies about everything and then claims he hasn't and there's no way to know what to believe. It's just a bad situation.
According to humanforsale.com, I am worth upwards of 2 million dollars. Personally, I think I'm priceless heh.
And Tommy's gone. Surprisingly, I don't miss him that much. I suppose it's because I haven't had to do without him yet. It's only been 23 hours, so it hasn't set in that I get no more of the guy until September. And we wonder why I fucking hate the military.
This week will be terrible because I am a pessimist with a yeast infection...or something like that, and I have lots of tests and need to do all sorts of work that I don't feel like doing because it's fucking springtime.
God, suck me now.
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