So Iz is all responsible or tired or something and logged out ages ago and I figured I'd get on the bike and try to not be fat for once.... Um, no. Before I even get a chance to try I get an IM and chitter that that person for a bit. Before I get finished with that my phone rings and it's my buddy who is mad at her boyfriend (usual) and she is a little drunk and wants to jibber about it (unusual) well, and hour and 18 fucking minutes later I'm finally off the damn phone. I hate you, Alexander Graham Bell. I now have no motivation to do it. It's midnight thirty... I love my friend, but why is the first time you want to talk to me in week the first time in longer than that that I've been even close to motivated to get off my ass?

I'm grumbling about a girl being my friend. I kind of suck as a person. I think I just have to have something to be angry about. I also think that things other people find fun or importantish or whatever are a waste of time. I have no use for idle banter I don't know, I've been grumpy for a couple of days and between my shitty job and, I don't know, something I can't bother to show anyone I'm grumpy and now I have to spend an hour and a half of my grumpy time cheering someone else up.

*throws hands in the air*