Thinking about the past and getting deeply lost in the thoughts brings it all back. It feels like it just happened yesterday, maybe it was earlier this afternoon.

Sometimes when I think about things I'm amazed that I'm alive; I survived. And sometimes when I think about things I don't know whether or not I'm glad for that.

I WAS going to take a picture of my fucking solar plexus, but NOOOO! It just HAD to be moody! I wish it would HEAL!

I start cosmetology school August 8th!!I miss Mike ( Read more... )

Why are shitty, lazy-ass people allowed to keep their jobs? I work with a girl that's an absolute worthless piece of trash (not ol' AMMMMMMMIE), but does she get in trouble? NOOOOO!

I think I'm going to be driven to alcoholism because of her. Which, now that I think about it, doesn't really bother me. I LOVE alcohol ( Read more... )

Auto-save my ass, you piece of crap.

Dear Ammie ( Read more... )

I am about sick and fucking tired of crazy ass ex-girlfriends being jealous of the relationship I have with their ONCE significant other ( Read more... )

Friday: Got off of work at 10p. Came home and was SUPPOSED to go to Muncie with Mike, but he was being a little gay and decided, for some reason, that 12a is too late to just be getting to the bars. He was fucking wasted, so he had no idea what he was talking about. I was still a little pissed ( Read more... )

Soo... if I'm home during the day I can update this bitch. My mom isn't on hardly at all during daylight hours. WOO ( Read more... )

Well, FUCK. I was going to take a picture of a funny dog toy my mom had gotten the puppies, and a picture of what I found at Steak-n-Butt Rape last night, but my mom has the freaking camera and won't be home this night until about one a.m. BALLS.

I did my hair and make-up, too.

Megan's home this weekend and she's not answering her damn phone.

It was in the lobby when I set my sights on you ( Read more... )