Boys Don't Make Passes At Girls Who Wear Wrap Dresses.

Friday was another one of those really nice office-y days where nothing of significance happens, but you still leave feeling good. Went for lunch at Cafe Novia just down the street from where I work.

After my really nice day at the office, I come home to some really SHITTY SHITTY SHITTY news. My mom did my taxes for me and I owe a thousand dollars. I pretty much instantly started crying. I yelled "Fuck the system" a lot and talked about wanting to go to jail, because they get three squares, a roof over their heads, no taxes and cable t.v. I can't even fucking afford cable t.v. Screw you people who commit crimes and then sit around on your stupid asses all day long. Fuck you. I could go on this rant for much longer, but nobody wants to hear it and I hate sounding like this kind of person.

I've been a very mopey person today, so I'm going to shower, throw on some of my nicest threads and hit the town, dinner and a movie style. I still can't wait for spring. Apparently it's supposed to freezing rain this weekend, followed by some snow.