[why don't you just kiss my bleep] aw. another semester comes to a close. well. i eventually seen PRD. he brought my book back. "Are you mad?" "Hell yeah I am." and that's how it all basically went. i guess i took my disappointment out on him. but. that's how it is. i just wanted a few more hours with him before break came and took him away again. he'll never call. and i know this. and it makes me sad. and it makes me feel pathetic. and stupid. and well, worthless. it's RIDICULOUS, i know. and i'll get over it. it's just the time now that sucks. anyways. i work in an hour. i fucking hate this job. i thought i hated my last thousand ones, but i definitely hate this one worse. i'm hoping, deep down inside, that they'll fire me. or ask me not to come back. or put me far away in a department somewhere and forget about me. o. dreams. if they only came true. i'm going to focus so hard on this losing weight thing. i need for it to happen. and to happen soon. i'm tired of being over-weight. (pudgy, big boned, chunky, pleasantly plump) what have you. it's not for me anymore. i've decided i'm too pretty. and too cool. to be like this forever. well i better wake M up. and get ready for HELL, i mean work. come to think of it, i'll probably come back to this place when i die. that'll be my lasting punishment. GOOD LAWD! "So you see...it's called a female pocket." DFN.