So very bored- and so fucking annoyed with my f-ing glasses. I am so mad right now that it is hard not to swear- but I'll try. I have to be PMSing because I am so moody lately, I feel like kicking someone one moment and then I'll watch five seconds of the 'Pet Psychic' and start crying. I don't get it! Right now I just feel like typing expletives on this damn blog. Rebekah- do you want to come down here again tomorrow night?? I'm so damn lonely- I need my friends. I have even wondered what I can hock for a plane ticket to Las Vegas- because I miss Dayna so much.

Part of me wants to curl up in a ball and sing 'All By Myself' and weep into a blankie- but it is getting beat by my other side- the restless side. I probably would have gone out to if it weren't for these damn glasses- I hate them. Yes- that's it- I will blame my glasses for everything bad that happens in my life.

Plus I would just like to bitch about something. Why do I and other women have to feel like they are a Russian mail order bride on messenger. I innocently talk to people and then it goes to the description of yourself- I give out less information at a physical exam than what the guys want to know. It starts out innocently a/s/l- and then in the next breath it's height, hair color, eye color, and weight. I guess some people are just interested in hooking up over messenger- but I just want to talk to interesting people and mainly I just want to talk to my friends. I guess because I don't converse with many women on IM I can't say this with certainty but- I don't care what a person looks like that I meet over messenger and I think that a lot of women feel the same way. I just don't know why I went on in the first place all it has brought me is trouble. And I don't want certain people thinking I am just talking about them- because I'm not- it's a lot of people I am talking about.