I Don't Want To

I should be packing. It lasted all of 10 minutes. I hate packing. It blows. It makes my mind crazy and my OCD kicks into high gear. It's just too much to deal with at the moment. I went shopping tonight. I love shopping. That doesn't make my mind crazy. I got 2 pairs of shorts, 4 shirts, and some make up from Clinique. Woo.

I leave on Wednesday. I realize I have tomorrow to pack too, but somehow I think tomorrow might be a bust as well. I need some damn motivation. At this point, I just want to throw my swimsuit in the suitcase with a pair of flip flops, my deodorant, and toothbrush and call it even.

Today my co-worker pissed me off because he wouldn't buy me a smoothie. He owes me a smoothie, he was just being a dick. I hate co-workers sometimes. Especially those who interrupt my iPod listening time every 2 seconds to talk to me. I HAVE MY HEADPHONES ON FOR A REASON BITCH. Sheesh. I just need a vacation badly. I'm irritable.

I'm also pissed off at the majority of my family right now. My family (minus my sister) sucks. They are inconsiderate pricks who praise teenage pregnancy, but shun college graduations. I'm glad that I consider my friends, family. Otherwise, I'd have none. Pricks.

So instead of packing, I decided to download new music. I like how I always seem to find something to do other than what needs to be done. Speaking of that, did any of you watch Desperate Housewives last night? If so, thoughts?

Must go look for more new music now. Peace!