my bf sent this to me with this comment: “you’re the starfish.”
I gave up life.
I officially have no life. I got a second job at a pharmaceutical research company. Happy I’m finally going somewhere in life, but I have no time to actually live now… Addicted to being busy! Well, that’s what I’m telling myself before I freak out/break down from the constant fatigue that’s about to consume me. Why must I do this to myself… I’ll see what happens… I have a week ‘til I start. Meanwhile, my other 1/2 left to Vegas Friday evening with a Facebook update saying, “Let the shit show begin.” Well, I’m not sure what exactly he meant by that because he ended up getting food poisoning. So the shit show literally began. I can’t help but laugh at his misfortune and uncanny forecast. Lol… I love him. Can’t wait to pick up my diarrhea monster in about 4 hours! <3
