|update THIS, you whack ass bitches!
||[Feb. 24th, 2004|10:49 pm]
|[||How do I feel?___
|||||whirrr clang clang zap in my hed||]|
Havent updated in a few, get over it. Work is going good, I am presently trying to attain over fifty hours a week, so marcus is a tired ass mofo. Jay is being weird, and he won't talk to me, and it is starting to piss me off. He talks about how he would always come to me with any problems he has regarding myself or matters pertinant to our situation, but he doesn't. Instead I'm left to guess what the problem is, if there even is one, and what to do about it. He keeps telling me he's alright, and nothing is wrong, but something is. It's so obvious to me, I can taste it. If he doesn't want to talk to me, that's on him, not me. I'm trying to keep the lines of communication open, and all circuits are busy. Someone, please advise me on what to do. I have run out of ideas, and am afraid that meltdown is close. Answer me this..... if a gallon of gas is sold in iraq to the US army for 6 dollars, how much money does Halliburton and Dick "I dont really have a heart condition" Cheney make? I'd like to know how much our lives and childrens lives are going for.