So.
I must say. Yetserday was among one of my roughest days EVER.
I've said it before, however.. It's hard to keep bad days in perspective when you're having one. It's hard to remember how bad the last one was.

Nevertheless... We were both, myself and nathan, being fucking assholes.
I was okay when I woke up, but I just got nasty... Not mean... Just sad. So I spent all morning crying..... and then he dropped me off at lougheed, and I finished my shopping, then bused home, thinking that I would be late and he would yell at me.... But nope. i got home, got ready... wrapped the gifts... fucked with my hair for the nine hundredth time... We were supposed to be at the service at 4pm.
five to four.. I'm wondering where he is.... Four o clock hits... I, of course, have no bloody phone to find out.
Ten after four he finally comes home. "I don't even fucking want to go."


So.... Then it was my turn to try and deal with him.
He was hungry, so ..... Wanting to avoid everything, we went to the closest and fastest drive thru.
But of course
Mcdonalds closes their drive thru on Clarke on Xmas Eve.



"Of course." He says.. then hits his steering wheel ridiculously hard and says, "Fuck. I'll just drop you off at your parents place and then go home."



And I start crying again.
"STOP CRYING! ITS NOT YOU. WHY ARE YOU CRYING???????"




Anyways.. I wanted to wrote an entry that would tell everyone that Once I got to my mom's house.. after the car over heating three times..... I feela whole lot better.
And it was the reminder I needed that it doesn't matter that I am broke as fuck. I love my people and my people love me.
THE END