Life sucks.

just a while ago, my cravings for macs got so bad i was almost on the verge of tears. i had to have my french fries, or i'll freakin' die. joyce told me macs was closed (!!) because it's a monday, and it was closed the day she went to get breakfast at 6 in the morning. that was a huge blow, which totally knocked the wind out of me. HOW THE FUCK CAN A 24/7 MACS CLOSE!? it's like standing infront of 7/11, but the lights are out and no one's home.

fucking depressing. i was seriously contemplating if i should call their hotline for delivery, but i found my empty wallet staring back at me. my dad hasn't given me my allowance for this week, and i'd given gavin my savings from last week for safekeeping. i had a piggy bank filled with $1 coins right under my nose, but i could imagine the mcdelivery matrep laughing at me; AND I CERTAINLY WASN'T GOING TO RISK THAT.

and because no one's done any real grocery shopping yet, i'm only left with my only source of survival ration--Milo with cereal and butter crackers, as i've had for the past few nights. life sucks. it sucks so bad, my stomach is growling at the injustice this life had to offer. i wonder how i was able to have milo every single fucking day of my life when i was in secondary school.

if i have to have hot milo again tomorrow night, i might punch somebody's left breast.