I've Come Undone

Boy, this All Hallows Eve sucks donkey balls.

You see, I just got the dreaded i-don't-know-how-to-say-this email from this girl I've been seeing. It wasn't totally unexpected, for some reason. I credit that to my awesome drunk-kat-sixth-sense. But it kinda sucks huge donkey balls when she tells me the issue was her ex who mercilessly dumped her but now claims to have feelings for her, again. The guy's good though... to throw this at her just when she's going through some tough breaks at work, not to mention her depression situation. I think he's just trying to mess with her head. But she doesn't think so.

Actually, I think it's working quite well. *sigh* I haven't replied her email. Not sure if I will.

In other news, I *volunteered* to work tomorrow morning due to bosswoman's kind request. Argh.. this weekend is gonna suck. Huge donkey balls. I should stop with the huge donkey balls reference... huge donkey balls have feelings too. Again, argh.

A part of me want to go kick her ex's behind. But that wouldn't solve anything. Also, at my current post-radiation weakened state, there's a distinct possibility her ex who happens to be a firefighter might kick my ass instead. Triple argh. Oh by the way, the radiation made things worse. Quad argh. Have I mentioned the weekend sucking huge donkey balls yet?

Really wish I am cleared to exercise :( I could seriously use some free weights/basketball/5k right about now.

Well, time for this drunk cat to go get drunk(er) and attempt to play awesome rock solos on my beloved strat. Sorry in advance, my apartment neighbors.

Wish me luck on waking up tomorrow morning for work!