after reading a friends journal, i'm now thinking about how much i dislike coming home to an empty apartment. actually, i do come home to some kitties that really are excited to see me when i come home after working a 12-hour shift. but that's not the same. it wouldn't hurt to come home to a hug or a hello. or someone asking me how my day was. i do miss that about being in a relationship. gahh.

i also miss this: grocery shopping with someone. sometimes i feel like such an old hag when i go alone. other times, however, i feel very proud to be so independant. ehh. i don't know what i am talking ahout. i'll just shut up now and go back to work and work my ass of for hardly any money, while my douchebag of a boss stares at my labret all day and babbles incessantly about absolutely meaningless bullshit.

die die die.

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