If you're possibly in a slightly good mood, then don't read this.

Ok, so maybe this weekend won't be so hot...I prolly shoulda known it..it just hadn't sunk in til about right now.

First of all, I didn't feel good yesterday. Some might say "Oh..well, that was thursday, not friday...that won't go into the weekend..." Try again, loser, it does....I had to get blood drawn yesterday, which in all honesty wouldn't have been so bad if they didn't have to send me to the hospital where I don't know the doctors, where they stuck me twice in my left arm, then decided to stick me in my right arm too...just cuz they weren't god enough to get enough blood in the first (and second) tries. Come on people, you do this for a flippin living, you should be able to get in, out, and be done with it. And get this, it wasn't even a young person either..it was this older chick, saying before she did it "Oh, this will be 45 seconds, tops"...yeah whatever.

Now they're saying they think I have some type of infection.....I feel better now, I don't feel sick anymore, but they're still making me take the flippin drugs for it anyway..so when I die from having taken too many bloody pills and drugs throughout my lifetime, I'm blaming it all on the doctors who screwed with me.

Next, we had to bloody lose our water; the flippin water pump is broken..how convenient...I'm supposedly "sick-and-need-to-be-fed-these-killer-drugs-twice-a-day" and I have to sit in a house that has no running water. Perfect timing.

I have to be pissin everywhere at once, since not only am I supposed to babysit for some little kids that I really don't wanna be wasting my time on tomorrow, but right after that I have to spend the rest of my day at my cousin's house...it's her grad party. Fine, whatever, of course nothing bothers me.

Sunday I WANTED to go and get my dog....(yes, MY dog, the one I've been flippin asking for since Thanksgiving...my dad keeps putting it off, and promised me it'd be this weekend..no he's saying it prolly won't happen...) and now I'm most likely not, being put down, pushed aside to wait til later ONCE AGAIN...

To top it all off, what with the no water, no dog, wasted saturday, and pointless drugs...I won't get to see Peter this weekend...and what does he care? I brought it up, but he says he's too busy...not during the evenings, no, it's during that day, but I guess to him that means he's "completely booked". Don't you hate it when people blow you off? I do, and especially when it's someone like Peter, who never gets to see me..remember? It's all supposed to be a "secret". Sure, ok, but when I flippin get bloody depressed all the time, then he expects me to sit here, waiting until he can find a time so that no one will know he's with me, I go crazy.

Maybe it's all bad timing..maybe I just am getting screwed over....who knows what's flippin going on in my life anymore; I sure don't.

I apologize for anyone who reads this and gets offended, or pissed off, or just is confused, because you know what? I'm all of that..and people are just gonna have to deal with it...that's what I'm told I have to do...