sundays suck. really. nobody is around, the television is useless until 7:00...this day exists just to piss me off. why so bitter, you ask? because i can be. to be appreciated in my own time... all the songs i downloaded from audiogalaxy (to try and make up for the 200+ i lost when my previous computer decided to spew smoke and stop functioning altogether) went to my husband's computer at work because i opened my account on there...so while they're in my shared directory, i cannot listen to them. dammit. i am angry because for some reason i started thinking of old memories (memories = mainly people i want to see tied to the bumper of a car by their intestines and dragged down a 40 mile long gravel road), and we all know that's never good. i want my book of poetry back from that little bitch. of course, i only left it on her bed as an excuse to divert attention from the fact that i went through all of her stuff. this was warranted, believe me. when people do you like that, they forfeit any rights to privacy, especially when you take them into your house and support their asses. it's been...over 3 years? i still hate her too. her and josh. those two belong together. they can...share diseases or something, i don't know. i sincerely hope karma is a reality. in the next life, they'll be squirrels i run over with my bmw. because i'll have one. i think i'll also be heartbreakingly beautiful and perfect in nearly every way. this is my fantasy, don't ruin it for me. you always have to rain on my parade, just knock it off. nobody wants to hear your opinion anyway, except me, that's why i have comments. i wish self-confidence was something you could get refills on, like your big gulp. there are times in your life where you're just so worn down, getting your esteem topped off could be really beneficial. but this is coming from the girl who wants personal soundtracks as well. how great would it be to have the james bond theme playing as you walk down the street? i'd be striking a pose every 5 seconds and never get anywhere. if you've ever seen mallrats, you know the scene in the elevator right after brody and renee have sex and he's doing that dance? passionate, yeah... and i might have mentioned this before, but what the hell do i care...anyway, kris and i were in the mall, walking around (this is way back when we had just started dating, i didn't know what a dork he was yet) and i was doing the dance - he sticks his leg out and trips me. old people in the center court laugh, he laughs, it's funny...i retaliated by throwing a few nerds directly in his eye, but it wasn't nearly enough gratification. i hold on to grudges like that...5 years later, and i'll still be waiting for the perfect opportunity to pay you back for that one thing. i'm vindictive. hurt me and i hurt you back. women will accomplish this in little tiny ways that seem innocent, but they're really contrived. i say this because i'm a girl, and no matter what others say, we DO manipulate. it's in our blood. this isn't to say i'm that way all the time, i'm generally sweet, but if you piss me off enough...