life is good

i’m useless. i do nothing. oh wait no - i take care of drunk ppl all freaking night all all freaking night. until 5am. which happened to be 6am on this particular occasion. dst, you tricky bastard. and then i get woken up every hour starting at 8am b/c they want to know where their purse is and where they left their wallet and how they ended up getting home and what happened to their friends and where did they puke and why does is smell and LEAVE ME ALONE.

there’s more. but i just wanted to vent that out of my system.

really though, if i had to choose just one person to get the hell out of my life right now, it wouldn’t be anyone whose puke i cleaned up, hair i held back, purse i brought home, or body i dragged down the hallway and into a bed. etc.

me and T were the only sober ones surrounded by six half-naked, puking, falling, hooded-eyed, passed out suitemates. quite an evening.

and in case anyone’s wondering about how much sleep is in my life right now, we’re going on about 2.5 hours for the weekend. that’s more time than i spent being productive though, so maybe i shouldn’t be whining.

i live in the loudest busiest little room in the world. forever. i just want less loud music and screaming losers outside. and less loud people and screaming losers inside. of this room.

or maybe i need to get out of this room..

i just feel so vulnerable - people know where i live. and they use that to their advantage. 43 f*cking times a day.

leave leave leave leave leave me alone. please.