I pinky promise to update tonight!!!  I've never broken a pinky promise.  I have, however, broken a pinky...but never a pinky promise. 

My Mom tried to kill herself yesterday.  This isn't the first time, probably won't be the last.  It makes me angry at her.  She does this, and everyone runs to her to protect her only so she can "get better" and do it again.  I hate it.  I went to see her today, and she said to me, "As long as you're with him...don't come back to this house."  Usually, I suck it up and go on.  I just can't find it in me to go on today. 

So...I have this stupid tie that I have to wear to work.  The outfit is black slacks, white button up shirt, and a black tie.  I don't know how to tie a tie.  Never in my life have I needed to tie a tie.  For the past three weeks, TJ has been tying it for me when I get to work.  Today he said, "Damn, Chesney, you've had to wear this thing for three weeks now.  Have you not learned yet??"  So, I'm not talking to him again today.  Granted, I have to work with him.  All morning I only talked to him when I had to.  I know that's very female of me, but it's that time of the month, and everyone either pisses me off or hurts my feelings.  He's managed to do both many times in the past few days.  Maybe I like having him tie my tie...maybe I thought it was sexy.  But, not anymore.  I'll have someone else do it.  Better yet, I'll learn how to do it on my own.  I don't need him.  Jerk.