Image by inacentaurdump via FlickrI'm royally pissed at a certain website for not taking my bank card. When I call them today, they better not tell me it's a problem with my bank, because I've used my card a million other places just fine and they need to get their shite together and stop passing the buck if they want my money.
I've been a bit oversensitive about being...wanted and needed by Mike, due to him doing something that made me extremely paranoid and uncomfortable. I feel like I'm acting like freaking Bella Swan, and I hate it. But at the same time I don't want to be some pitiful naive girl who's getting screwed over while she just...believes what she wants. Either way, I'm a loser and it feels like my heart is in a vise.
Thanksgiving has snuck up on me. I'm pretty nervous about Thanksgiving with my Dad's side of the family. They're good, loving people, but they have no sense of privacy or personal space and they're all loud and ignorant and smell like tobacco. My nerves are going to be shot.