I'm bored. I'm ready, and no one's here.
But guess what...Emmy's coming. The bitch who, a year ago, went out of her way to avoid me and trashtalked me to everybody, including my friends, is coming to my house.
I should be pissed the fuck off at her, but I can't help not being. I can't be mad at someone who's not mad at me, regardless of the past, and it pisses me off.
My shoulder hurts...I need a massage.