I have to go see Mr. Texas right now. There's no part of me that wants to go. He is my most regular regular. The one who wants to take me to Venezuela. I have to move tomorrow. For reasons I will perhaps explain later, I did not know where I was moving to until this afternoon, so therefore it has been very difficult to wrap my brain around packing. As a result I am not prepared at all, nor is my apartment ready to have someone move in. I'm feeling very stressed, and the idea having to go be a sweet heart makes me want to... well, want to nothing. The thing about Mr. Texas is getting money from him is always annoying, and he always pushes for as much as he can get. I had to use my mom-voice on him last time. He was as sorry as one could be afterwards, but... fuck. I said no.
Some times I have to remind myself that I don't really have real problems. I don't have money problems, I don't have co-worker or boss problems, and I have enormous love from my friends and family. I've got it pretty good. But having a little heart-ache, and no home, and big pms kinda makes things suck.
Rant over.
Oh shit, I'm late.
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