rock this bitch

in case you hadn't noticed, all i seem to do on this damn thing is bitch and moan, but venting is good. btw, i want to marry gavin degraw, but i digress. anywho...so this weekend...i was informed that liz's oh so lovely bf is coming over friday night and spending ALL DAY SATURDAY here so they can have a movie marathon... VOMIT. so basically, i sleep all day, which, while a feasible option, is rather dull, or head home, do some laundry, and see some d-town and b&n people... and hit up the thrift, biotch. tom, if you're reading this, we need to thrift. perhaps saturday. liz says im just not used to being the third wheel, and she's right, and now that i'm here, it's really not a fun place to be... damn me and my good match-making intentions. i miss the days when liz and i were both alone and miserable. god, am i like 5 years old or what. seriously, i can be nice, i dont have any communicable diseases (that i know of), and i like to think that i'm just quirky, not weird. apparently now that chris has seen my more vulnerable side, the side that drinks vodka and cough syrup because i was having a really shitty week, i am now the freaky suicidal girl that needs to be avoided. not true by the way, the suicidal part anyway. i can be the ONLY one who has done that, and if you say i am, well, you're lying. or i could turn into liz and pretend to be happy all the time while secretly being miserable. nah, i prefer to just let it all show, take it or leave it. preferably take it.