what the fuck is wrong with me sometimes...

hate myself.

i just got home from a friend's party. man, for the whole month of july, it's just been constant birthdays and other engagements i attended, and i can finally say that it's all over!! i mean, don't get me wrong i loved celebrating all these occasions, but i am just exhausted from going out.

for the month of august, i will stay home every night and love every minute of it.

so today was my last day of work.

it feels extremely surreal... i still can't believe it... this feeling of not having work to do and relaxation is something i haven't felt since this past april.

anyway, i need to make a To Do list of all the shit i want to do before i start school in sept.

the possibilities are endless!

wow i have 7 working days left at work. craziness, i can't believe it.

anyway... i started re-reading The Death of a Salesman. I haven't read it since my sophomore year of high school.

blah, nothing else to say.

i have 3 more weeks until i finish work. weee i'm so fucking excited i can't even think. seriously, i'm in total "quit mode" about my job, where i no longer have the energy to do everything. i barely made it through the day, i can't wait for the weekend.

so last night i had the most sexual dream. i woke up feeling really... well, you know the feeling. yeah, i need to get me some booty real soon.