Work, Work, and More Work

Basically this summer pretty much sucks. i haven't really gotten to enjoy it at all. I go to work, I'm lucky if i get a break, then I go to work some more. Sometimes I sleep, but it's usually only about 6 hours. I haven't seen any of my friends in weeks. Cali was fun, but I have not had a signle day off since coming back to NY. Yes, I'm going to sit here in a public llibrary and feel sorry for myself becasue in just a few minutes I have to leave so I can go to work. I'm ready to just quit life at this point. Screw being a responsible adult, I'm going to mooch off my parents forever...correction PARENT. Dad can bite it for all I care, he gets worse every time I talk to him and I want him out of my life at this point. Ryan is supposed to be coming home soon, which I'm hoping will mean a decent party. I could use one. I don't care if I have to work the next morning, I'll work with a hangover, as long as I get to enjoy one night of my life.

BLAH!!!! This summer is the worst!!