10:51 p.m. - 2007-05-22
Like a broken record...
Oh lord - now we have an abusive hubby and a possible divorce on the horizon too. What's this job coming to?
I swear, its bad luck. This job is bad luck. Its made my ass expand, my blood pressure go up, my cholesterol go up, I'm allergic to everything...
Its a good thing I'm not married, or that'd be shot to hell.
Come on weekend! I've got a party to go to. And 4 days off in a row! Whoopee!
Oh, and I've just now realized that I'm a broken record.
When I buy a house this year (how many times have you heard that???)
When I get out of debt.
When I get healthy.
When I go to the gym.
When I get a new job because this one kills people and I don't want to be one of them.
I have no committment power. None. I'm a broken record.
