I am so fucking sick of this dress. Not only have I had to cut out the top back 4 times, I finally got it right, and was about to attach it to the rest of the dress. I went to iron it, and burned a fucking hole in it, because my fucking 1950s iron seems to have it's fucking period and decided to ruin my day. I also fucked up 3 times on the top ( Read more... )

Dear everyone's boyfriend ( Read more... )

HOLY SHIT.

Tell me this girl doesn't look exactly like me when I was 14. Seriously, same face, hair, nose, eyes, mouth, everything. I have a twin sister, and I didn't even know about it.


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Copeland and Owen totally make up the soundtrack to my life.

Haha, Chels and I decided our lives are like having to fart really badly, but not being able to.

Who knew that a little toot could make us so optimistic?

I miss my boyfriend a lot. I still don't think I realize that it's going to be a month before I see him.

After this week, I am hardly going to see my boyfriend, for the next 5 months. I haven't even really thought about it, but its not going to be too much fun.

And I still can't fucking believe I'm moving to Florida.

Dammit I have to go to work now. Hopefully I'll cut my other thumb off.

Tomorrow is our one year aniversary. I got a Gianna's cake, and we're going to Govinda's, then I'm dragging him to see The Notebook again. I am super excited.

I've never dated anyone for a year straight. And it feels like I could go 300 years without getting sick of him. This rules.

I cut the tip of my finger off today at work.

It looks so hot.

Sometimes I wish this year was last year. It was so much easier not to have to think.