pain. chiropractor. insurance people are bitches. lawyer. yea thats all my mind can handle right now.

at least once a week i am asked about my height and usually 9 out of 1o times, they don't believe i am only 5'8''. people think i am at least 5'10'' even in flip flops. i take it as a compliment. and i seriously slouch when i sit and probably when i stand as well. citizens of america believe that i "carry" myself "well." if carrying oneself means leaning against the counter wishing the work day will end, then so be it. who am i to argue.

today is a weird day. my friend's mom died, my friend got engaged, and some other stuff happened that i can't remember.

i got a year's worth of crazy pills for free!!! GO CALIFORNIA!

Some douchbag in a uni-cycle, who ive seen around town and has pet parker, wanted to "race" me today. apparently, i need ear phones that are more obvious because ignoring utterings from people by pretending i am listening to music does not work.

FREAKSHOWS PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!

maybe getting drunken texts and stalkers is God saying, "hey, it's your turn!"

i dont know why i'm so annoyed with the ex texting me. he only texts when he's drunk and this last time, it was complete jibberish.
i want him to be over me because it's annoying thinking about him thinking about me. bah!

okay. whats up with the stalkers. i was walking parker and this dude walks up next to me and goes "do you go to stanford?" and i said no. and looked away. then he goes, "you look familiar" and i smiled and walked really really fast. i realized that he was the same dude that attacked me on his bike at 7 in the morning. ew. he is a stalker. i am afraid. :(