wankerface
bye baby, i love you, see you tomorrow...quite possibly the best words in the world.
today was a miserable day. i am utterly and absolutely depressed...and the fact that my momma cancelled my credit cards without telling me, and thus making my account at wherehouse inactive, and thus unable to rent movies from when we went and had already picked like five or six wonderfully mundane and distracting chick flicks, which would have really been the only cure for a day like today, didn't help matters.
i got stabbed in the arm with multiple needles after waiting for an hour and a half surrounded by sick children.
went to church, hoping that maybe it would help with the intention of saying prayers and lighting candles for everyone going thru hard times right now, and instead just ended up crying on the alter, because i realized what would really make everything better.
i'm far too melancholy and dramatic.
last night, on top of sunday, and in all honesty, tonight and right fucking now, or the lack of, really kinda frustrated me....maybe i should change my name.
i'm moving out again on tomorrow...and i'm scared to death.
avi and mikey....i hope there are cute singles too...or at least cooler ones than this summer...i need something to take my mind off a current- well lets just say, THE current situation.
fuck you.
it was cool to talk to megan thou...get a female perspective on that whole deal...and i suppose it is comforting to know that shitty, complicated situations aren't just reserved for girls named avilau. i just hope it all works out...and i know the first part will, thats more just plain sucky than anything...its the second half that'll decide the game, and thats the part i'm worried about.
i ruined something wonderful. but don't worry...the guilt is completely consuming.
cross your fingers for miss michelle o leary
today was a miserable day. i am utterly and absolutely depressed...and the fact that my momma cancelled my credit cards without telling me, and thus making my account at wherehouse inactive, and thus unable to rent movies from when we went and had already picked like five or six wonderfully mundane and distracting chick flicks, which would have really been the only cure for a day like today, didn't help matters.
i got stabbed in the arm with multiple needles after waiting for an hour and a half surrounded by sick children.
went to church, hoping that maybe it would help with the intention of saying prayers and lighting candles for everyone going thru hard times right now, and instead just ended up crying on the alter, because i realized what would really make everything better.
i'm far too melancholy and dramatic.
last night, on top of sunday, and in all honesty, tonight and right fucking now, or the lack of, really kinda frustrated me....maybe i should change my name.
i'm moving out again on tomorrow...and i'm scared to death.
avi and mikey....i hope there are cute singles too...or at least cooler ones than this summer...i need something to take my mind off a current- well lets just say, THE current situation.
fuck you.
it was cool to talk to megan thou...get a female perspective on that whole deal...and i suppose it is comforting to know that shitty, complicated situations aren't just reserved for girls named avilau. i just hope it all works out...and i know the first part will, thats more just plain sucky than anything...its the second half that'll decide the game, and thats the part i'm worried about.
i ruined something wonderful. but don't worry...the guilt is completely consuming.
cross your fingers for miss michelle o leary