Enervated
I am TIRED and PISSED OFF. My week has been complete HELL. I hate everything and everyone at the moment! ESPECIALLY that runt of a wedding planner that is being shoved down my throat by every member of the male species that lives near me. My father says I can't fire the little flea. That would be on the highest offense in his book. Doesn't matter that she is my boyfriend's ex, doesn't matter that I am doing everything beyond me to keep up with the work he's assigned me and it sure as hell doesn't matter that I had to drop out of London College of Fashion because I can't handle the stress anymore. I can't. I CANNOT present TWO thesis!! Plus a FASHION SHOW.
I can't.
It has a reached a point that my stress has taken over me to such an extent that I actually went down to the supermarket, bought brownie mix and actually COOKED. And burned my left hand in the process. It's a small burn but it stings. Kind of like my whole life right now, yes.
Mr. Walker isn't doing it for me either. I am still so ANGRY! I need more alcohol. More, more and so much more that I pass out. Or throw up all over her Fendi purse.
As if it wasn't enough, in our lovely meeting she kept yammering about their (Nathan and herself) hot summers. Yes. PLURAL. And like totally there are like pictures to like prove it.
The mere sight of this picture makes me want to wretch. Anger, jealousy and denial all unfurl within my tiny chest. Must remain... objective and not glare at it so much that it might just spontaneously combust into flames.
The bloody woman isn't ugly. If she were, she would be denying both her beautiful parents. I wish she were despicable and an eyesore. She isn't. She's... oh hell no. I will not waste MY space to describe the thorn on my ARSE. >< She's BLONDE and THIN and PRETTY AND SPUNKY (like ALL blondes) and all I can think of doing is just drowning her.
Caterina do not dare to take any personal offense. Consider yourself lucky that you are the ONLY blonde I allow in my perimeter.
I am bloody pissed at Nathan too for running off and leaving me alone with her for 15 minutes and then deciding all-together that well, I don't really need HIS assistance and that I can handle her. HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW PISSED OFF I AM!? How DARE he leave me ALONE with this WOMAN!
And it gets WORSE! He SUGGESTED that I HOOK HER UP with one of my guy friend! What the hell am I?! HIS MAID?! Because if this is how it is then FORGET IT. I am NOT here to make nice with any of his ex-girlfriends! I am here to get RID of ex-girlfriends FOREVER! Now I have to "bond" with this woman because of who her parents are and because she is made of bloody porcelain and I can't hurt her!? ARGH.
If it were up to her I would get married in the nearest Motel 8 and eat KFC after the ceremony. Or just not get married at all.
Hell, I don't even know if she is in love with him. I don't want to know because it won't make any difference. I will not care for it. I hate doing things that I do NOT want to do.
Tired. Stressed. Exhausted. Hungry. Thirsty. Needy. Angry. Infuriated. Insulted. Denigrated. Insignificant. Amusing.
I can't.
It has a reached a point that my stress has taken over me to such an extent that I actually went down to the supermarket, bought brownie mix and actually COOKED. And burned my left hand in the process. It's a small burn but it stings. Kind of like my whole life right now, yes.
Mr. Walker isn't doing it for me either. I am still so ANGRY! I need more alcohol. More, more and so much more that I pass out. Or throw up all over her Fendi purse.
As if it wasn't enough, in our lovely meeting she kept yammering about their (Nathan and herself) hot summers. Yes. PLURAL. And like totally there are like pictures to like prove it.
The mere sight of this picture makes me want to wretch. Anger, jealousy and denial all unfurl within my tiny chest. Must remain... objective and not glare at it so much that it might just spontaneously combust into flames.
The bloody woman isn't ugly. If she were, she would be denying both her beautiful parents. I wish she were despicable and an eyesore. She isn't. She's... oh hell no. I will not waste MY space to describe the thorn on my ARSE. >< She's BLONDE and THIN and PRETTY AND SPUNKY (like ALL blondes) and all I can think of doing is just drowning her.
Caterina do not dare to take any personal offense. Consider yourself lucky that you are the ONLY blonde I allow in my perimeter.
I am bloody pissed at Nathan too for running off and leaving me alone with her for 15 minutes and then deciding all-together that well, I don't really need HIS assistance and that I can handle her. HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW PISSED OFF I AM!? How DARE he leave me ALONE with this WOMAN!
And it gets WORSE! He SUGGESTED that I HOOK HER UP with one of my guy friend! What the hell am I?! HIS MAID?! Because if this is how it is then FORGET IT. I am NOT here to make nice with any of his ex-girlfriends! I am here to get RID of ex-girlfriends FOREVER! Now I have to "bond" with this woman because of who her parents are and because she is made of bloody porcelain and I can't hurt her!? ARGH.
If it were up to her I would get married in the nearest Motel 8 and eat KFC after the ceremony. Or just not get married at all.
Hell, I don't even know if she is in love with him. I don't want to know because it won't make any difference. I will not care for it. I hate doing things that I do NOT want to do.
Tired. Stressed. Exhausted. Hungry. Thirsty. Needy. Angry. Infuriated. Insulted. Denigrated. Insignificant. Amusing.
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That picture is SHOCKING. I forgot Nathan was so... popular back in LA... how DID he become such a persona non-grata in high-school?
RIGHT
About your planner! Want some help? If you're feeling under the weather I have a bit of an acid tongue and well, technically, I AM sort of family, her mother is my step-sister! I don't think LADY Katzereine would appreciate her daughter flaunting her relationship with the groom on such an occassion or so many pesky insinuations right? ;)
Nathan's an ... arse? is what you call it? A TOTAL ARSE!