ich m�chte nur, ein gl�ckliches schweinchen zu sein�

und trennt hat aufgelebt

21:50 - 26.11.2007
gonebaby

oh, life is so awful. the fuckheads at pomegranate doused my baba/hoummus combo in olive oil again. and i refused to eat it again. not to mention they only gave me half of the normal portions. i refused to eat it. scooted my plate over right in front of the waiter's nose so it was blatant i hadn't touched it. he never asked if anything was wrong. my fiance promised to call and complain tomorrow. i doubt it.

we lost the baby. of course, it's been over a month now. i'm drunk. and babbling. been in a strange mood all day. seem to recall saying that i was going to go lie down with the baby. the gonebaby. ithink it's sad we didn't tell our parents about it. didn't want false sympathy and a stern lecture about how we're living in sin and that'swhatyouget.

tomorrow is damien's birthday. he's our cat. going to buy him cocktail shrimp at work. stare at stuff in the baby aisle. something about it being a month, i guess. i don't care if we can't afford a baby and i hate kids; still didn't want to lose it. supposedly twins run in my fiance's family. wonder if we lost two, perhaps.

going to go cuddle with the one babytoy i have left (stuffed kitty), a blanket, and a liter of sangria.

goodnight, world.

26.11.2007 - 21:50

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