The sticky note habit is going to last forever. I still ended up writing abunch of notes for myself for when I woke up. I put one in the shower so when I got out that I would remember who the fuck is asleep on my couch. His name is Willie according to this sticky note. Not sure I quite understand why he’s on my couch but I told him to leave after I got out of the shower.
I’m telling you the sticky note approach works. Also, my mother isn’t here yet and I figured she would be so I’m guessing that means she’s coming tomorrow, but no fret, I still hate her. I also apparently have a date with some guy named John on Sunday? who the fuck goes on a date on Sundays? Unless you’ve been dating for awhile, I don’t see what the point is. He asked me if pizza and wine is ok, like who the fuck do I look like? Jesus Christ. Do I look like I eat pizza? No. Because I fucking don’t.
My groceries got delivered today and let me tell you, they gave me regular Coke instead of Diet Coke and instead of throwing a big fit, I held it in and said thanks anyway. It’s not my fault the delivery people can’t fucking read.
I’m staying in tonight, I don’t feel like being near people that I don’t like tonight.