stop breaking my heart

Day 2 of Jury Duty and it was a bust. Worse yet, I have to go back tomorrow, which means I have to call out tonight, and this is after Satan put a big ol' notice up on the wall of doom saying no call outs. He can kiss my ass though, as there's no way in Hades I'm going to work from 11:45-8AM, go to jury duty @ 9:45, possibly get stuck there all freakin' afternoon, and go into work at 10PM. It just ain't happening, dollface.

Not looking forward to trying to weasel my way out of it though. :/ [Yes, I know they have to give me time off for Jury Duty, but since I never mentioned it to them, I can't exactly scream and rant about it]

Also, I'm not sure if I was just hungry [it seems kind of odd though, since it's not like I should have been that hungry after 4 hours.] or if I'm coming down with whatever Dad and Sean have. If it's what they have, I'm so going to be unhappy.

Damn it. I was all set to buy Fourrure from pullip parade on Friday, and now mythosidhe passes along the info that Fanatica is sold out on pre-orders alone. And I MUST have her. So. Delayed gratification and the hope that Ms. Fourry is still there for my next paycheck, or the hope that I can snag Fanatica on preorder somewhere with my next check? Because my parents were blissfully deaf to the giant hints I left. Apparently they'd rather not support my second fleet of dolls. [the first would be the myscenes] Siiiiigh.

I need a hug. I need someone to hold my hand. I'm craving someone to touch and someone to touch me, and it just ain't gonna happen. For some reason this makes me want to cry. Stupid girly type-ness.

not to be yourself and faceless in a song that has no soul

So. Yes. I rarely get all touchy feely, and I never do at the times when I could actually fix the problem. Also, I now remember why I stopped listening to Our Lady Peace. The songs are fantabulous for luring the muse, but it does no good if she's got nothing to give. Then it just adds to the wanting to cry.

stolen from agent_alpo ( fill me in )