Life sucks and then you die.

Irregardless of the reason why, or even the good (if selfish intention) going out on the beer tonight after just been taking it easy because of a stomach upset was a fucking stupid idea. *sigh* Lots to talk about, but nothing I want to talk about and that just sucks. I hate not feeling comfortable talking about anything. Its quite restraining at times.

I had planned on watching the season finales of 24 and Angel tonight, guess that is not going to happen now. I hate this feeling, the entire moment that made it worth it was actually so worth it and yes I laughed when I typed that.

fuck fuck fuck FUCKITY FUCK.

And to top it all off I have an email I have no idea what to do about. I guess I should just wait till the weekend and think about it clearly, but I had planned on booking a hotel and I think that would be better for me anyway.

I gotta go sleep now before I write something I know I will regret, If you loved me, you’d all kill yourselves