I MISS LAST YEAR.

No Sympathy.

Last night I went to my cousin's musical (he is a Derek clone) up in Glenn Burnie or whatever ( Read more... )

I can't even call you a liar, because you didn't necessarily lie. You just didn't tell me anything.

NOTHING.

And it amazes me, it really does.

It's been established: I am hateful.

So, onto other things... We had a thespian meeting today. I am inducted. I have two seniors to do. Whoot. I got ones I wanted.

I miss it, Pinto. GOD.

My nanny can be so stupid. She's more upset about American Idol than the condition of the world today. Fucking stubborn bitch. I'm just like her.

The Keys ( Read more... )

Despise. Loathe. Detest. Abhor. Curse. Disparage. Scorn. Spurn. Execrate. Bemoan. Deplore. Renounce.

I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you.

What happened to us?

Maaaaaan...

I got shut down.

Me: I don't want anything to eat, but can I have your number?

Chik-fil-A cashier: (pauses, stunned) Uh... I would, but I'm kind of taken, so I um, can't?

Me: No no, I'm not going to call it or anything, I just need to get your number.

Chik-fil-A cashier: Uh... I'm sorry. I know... I can't?

Me: Okay. Let's go, Kayla.

I hate how people talk about men.

Man.

Ugh.

It's such a horrible habit to have.