6:09 p.m.||||2003-03-17
I work at a hotel. I don't get days off. I lost five pounds in five minutes.
I'm looking for another job.
My MIL is acting absolutely excruciatingly pathetically two-faced, trivial, psycho....I can't stand it and she's putting herself on the list of people whom, after we leave, regardless of how much or in what areas she has shown generosity, will not be invited to participate so much in the details of our lives. Period. I'm not a child and I bend over backwards trying to keep everyone in this house fucking happy.
WAR.
WAR.
WAR.