dear jesus,
i need money.
mom told me to pray about it, so i am.
if you would be so kind as to help me figure out what i'm going to do and how i'm going to do it, that would be great. thank you.

-brittany-

so in all my attempts to put the ex in a box and keep him there... i find a pouch of thera flu and every memory floods back to me. THERA FLU GUYS! wow. my heart stings a little. and i hold it and just look at it... smile and sigh that really sad empty sigh ( Read more... )

power naps make me sad because you have to wake up...

you have an AMAZING dream about your ex-boyfriend whom you loved and cherrished and never thought you'd be apart from. in this dream you talk and get everything figured out... and it was beautiful and amazing ( Read more... )

i'm in like again ( Read more... )

i think my hype about myspace is finally over. it just makes me mad because i see drama all the time. so i'm back peoples... to bitch about things here instead of there. haha!

water volleyball with the boys and wrestling with kevin makes brittany a sore and bruised girl

i'm so sick of the hating bitches who either hate me because they want what i have, have what i had and know i did it better, or want what i can get. it's not my fault that girls eff things up for themselves so they can't get what they want ( Read more... )

i'm dissapointed in you. i'm dissapointed because you are doing everything that i knew you could do, but because you cheated and were guilty you turned things into problems instead of solutions. i know i didn't always do the best job, but seriously... why is all i ask... why ( Read more... )

help...