ER visit numero 5 in the last three years. Wow... I'm awesome. My thumb hurts like hell and typing without it is quite the challenge. My Dad is getting my pain killers and then he has to drive me to school because I can't since I will have taken narcotics by then. They better be good because it hurts like a bet-ch. "Good News and Bad News...
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Mexican, Mixed (Black and White), Indian... You name it, I've been called it. And if you've been wondering why I look different. It's the freckles. Or at least that's the conclusion everyone else has come to. (YEAH, I ended my sentence with a sentence. Kiss my AY-ISS!)
So Sarah and I have morphed into one person - two bodies. It's cool though... :)
No, no... It ain't over yet. I just can't accept the possibility we weren't made for each others arms. I know you're my destiny. We can't erase what was meant to be... part of you and part of me. If we try one more time, maybe somehow we'll survive... I Love You.
I know I've been mistaken But just give me a break and see the changes that I've made I've got some imperfections But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face
But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting
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Sarah and I were quite mischievous today. I will die Monday when Cavantini Head finds me. Oops. We bought scandelous unders. Heck yes. Then we prepared the most amazing surprise those two will EVER receive. You know.
Hmm... THREE phone calls. I missed one. It was the worst feeling of my life. Ever. *sigh*
Sarah's got it right. Sometimes if you haven't gone through it, then you haven't a clue.
Still waiting.
I hate drama.
No call from you-know-who. Seems my observations were right, and I meant nothing to him. At least I found out now, and didn't waste too much time on him. *sigh* You win some, you lose some... right? Right.
So, for those of you who keep asking how my birthday went... It was bittersweet. I died on my birthday. A whole part of my soul ripped out and went across the country. So there you have it. And then I got my iPod.
Praise Jesus in Heaven for text messaging. I love you.
No call from bleh. If he wants to talk, he can call me. Tonight should be
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Moolattes ALWAYS help. Bonfires and mutilated teddy bears don't hurt either. Gotta help a sister out...
No answer.
You know. You know I think it's bull shit what's going on. If you have whats-her-face, you don't need me. So... Don't waste my time. I see now that you are two different people: one for
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You know what, bitch? You're just pissed because all you can get from him is... well... NOTHING. The only reason you're even in the picture is because you give head like it's your damned job. At least he talks to me. And so I wear hats... I'm pretty sure last I checked there was nothing wrong with wearing hats. Hey, you can give me shit about
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I just passed possibly the greatest 59 minutes of my life.
She was there again tonight. I dont' know why I get so worked up about it. I don't really think I mean that much to him anyway. But whateva... i swear she's out to make my life hell, and she's pretty much succeeding. I don't enjoying being over there much anymore. It never fails she
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