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I want out. I'm done. -
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I told him I didn't know when he asked what was wrong. Lie #7, I think. The only reason I did that was because he was tired and I had to get home. Truth is there are about a million things wrong with me. And it would take hours for me to explain fucking one of them. -
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So uh. My tire is slashed. So Joe Schirle is probably going to have to die. -
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Someone needs to write the official rules of shooting stars ( Read more... ) -
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I feel sexually inadequate a lot lately ( Read more... ) -
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Last night was one of the greatest nights of my life. We went looking for fireworks at Sugarhouse park but there weren't many people there. We asked around and decided that even if they weren't there, we'd be able to see the ones at Liberty Park from there. So we sat. And we messed around for about an hour. Kelli taught Jon to Waltz while Weston ( Read more... ) -
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I was sitting on his lap in the car because Josh, Jon, and Alicia were occupying the other passenger seats while Kelli was driving. I had just finished throwing a temper tantrum about Kelli and Weston's joke about their secret love affair. I mean, keep in mind, joking like that ended my relationship with Tyson. Anyway, I'm sitting on his lap and my ( Read more... ) -
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So my mom has Jon and my brother has his dad and stepmom and little sister. Our family has completely seperated and I didn't really have one. I was just sort of stuck in the middle. But I went to a party last night with a few people I've cared about for awhile. And we didn't talk to anyone else there. We just sat in a circle on the grass, smoking ( Read more... ) -
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It's cool, you know.
When people and things renew themselves.
Like me, and my bad attitude.
And the lining of my uterus.
Fuck. I have cramps. -
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Fuck this.
Seriously.