2004-01-04 - 7:03 p.m.
fuck, when does the disapointment stop? Today, my only clients told me that they decided to use another realtor. Ya, that sucked the big one. Then, I went to this bitch ass open house that no one went to. I have no money, no life, no friends, no boyfriend, no paying job (fuck the people that say "I have a low paying job, can I kiss your feet?) it's fucking icy outside so I can't get the hell outta here, and I can't afford $40 for a taxi. Everyone else has a life, boyfriends, babies, people that phone them back. What do I have? A headache and sore belly button. I set myself up for this crap. Disappointment, I mean. I met this guy last night, and I like him, he's cute. I don't give a crap if everyone thinks he's ugly and annoying. I don't care if everyone thinks I have bad taste and can "do better." I think everyone else has bad taste. So, now I like this guy, and I want him to like me too....well, guess what ladies and gentlemen, do you know what is gonna happen? He's not gonna phone me.....I know what you might be thinking...how do you know he won't phone? BECAUSE IT'S IN THE CARDS. My life will never work out the way I want it to. No boy will ever phone me back...it's fait, I'm destand to be screwed over....just watch, I'll be writing an entry in a week titled "I told you so." I'm a fucking loser
