Home sweet home

Back in my apartment now, which is all fine and dandy I suppose. Over the next coming months I have a lot on my plate it would seem. Planning a wedding in a few short months, packing to move, getting rid of my shit that I'm not taking, and not to mention not killing people who irritate the crap out of me.

The last few nights I haven't been sleeping/very well. As soon as I managed to get to sleep last night, or this morning even, the alarm was going off telling me it was time to get up. And even now, I haven't moved from this chair to shower or feed myself because I'm just to damn tired.
And yet, it's 8:45 and I have to be dressed and on my way in 5 minutes.

My shirt is wrinkled, my pants are wet-but quick, as me if I care? Because I don't. I hate my job, and I put just enough effort forward to not get fired. The day I quit will be the happiest day of my life.

Neglect is such an ugly word!

I am sorry that I haven't been here, blog. But the last couple of days have been mediocre at best, and nothing new going on other than work and my roommate issues. And you've already read all about that.
I guess what I'm saying is, I need to find something else to blog about since it would appear my life is on an endless loop of suckiness.

On the brightside, I do get paid today. And if said paycheck is super pretty, I will be getting my shiney coffee maker. Or you know, groceries. I haven't decided which is more important.
But now I have to go get ready for work and try to make a lunch in the hell hole that is my kitchen.
Seriously, Clean up after yourself, you throw a big enough stink when I don't.