Bitching

Because I'm tired, on my period, and a little crabby can I just saying something? And it'll be along the same lines of my usual comments in the middle of the night:

Now that we're out of high school and slowly gathering steam in our 20's, is it too much to ask that people not blog about: wah wah, no one cares about me. boo hoo, all my friends aren't really my friends. And I wish someone would come and think about ME for once.

cause ew. No one cares about you? either keep it to yourself or learn to care about yourself. Your friends aren't your friends? then dump them, get new ones, or be alone. Because it's better to know you have no friends than to have fake friends and beg them via blog to care about you. Also, if you're asking to be the center of attention, chances are that this request isn't a one time thing, so get over it. As much as we wish it did, the world doesn't revolve around you.

these sort of sentiments are normal, healthy, albeit annoying ones when we're 16, 17, or hey, even 18. But 22? 23? Don't people start having a bit of security by then?

Get a life.

On a positive note: I had a great day. Puppy classes, nap, hang outs, little bit of the babysitting, a couple of walks, too many s'mores, and a mediocre movie. The bests. Also, my puppy is sleeping in the bathroom right now, COMPLETELY knocked out. It's freakin' adorable.

Another thing to complain about: I think my jacket with my keys in it was stolen. The jacket was like a couple hundred bucks a handful of years ago and it's like 100 to get a new key for my car. My house keys, while replacable, kind of hold a lot of sentimental meaning, as silly as that is. I've had this one keychain since I first started learning to drive at like 15, there's a gift key that Adam has a match to, a little lock that I've had since I was 17. They aren't terribly important things, but things I'd like to have back nonetheless. Also, the convenience factor.