2003-01-18 - 11:42 p.m.

i sold another house, but the buyer wanted to go back to the house tonight. so i brought her, and in the house she sees and old antique iron, and i didnt notice at first, and then we were going down the stairs and i noticed she had it, and i was like what the hell are you doing with that? she thought since she bought the house, she was entitled. i nearly freaked out. so for the rest of the tour i had to watch her and her eighteen biker friends that went through the house. now the guy calls me an hour later and says he forgot his wallet in the house, and that he needs to go in tomorrow morning at nine. let me tell you how this son of a bitch didnt forget his wallet, and he is going back for the iron. i swear this is how shady meriden people are. so boy is coming with me tomorrow morning at nine...just how i wanted to start my day.

i think i am intentionally trying to fuck things up with eric. i dont know why. but i am being such a bitch lately, and i cant explain it. i wish the bitchinitis will go away. cause i cant take much more, imagine how he feels.

my head is throbbing, rachel, tim, boy and i went out to damons this sports resturant, and then out bowling. what a horrible little time that was. there were so many fucking skanky looking girls there i wanted to put clothes on them. and the ghetto music they were playing was out of this world. there was not one decent song on. not to mention the cosmic lights make me dizzy.

oh i am just a whirlwind of fun.

i am going to go put comfortable pajamas on, crawl into bed, and pretend that my world is a good place. ( i think my plan would require pot, tear tear, i shall settle for cigarettes)

have a good one.

later.