I've been uncurably miserable lately and I'm not so sure why ( Read more... )

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You see that? That thing about this paragraph. Yeah, that's a lobster.

Stupid lobsters.

Alright...so there was this get-together today at Mary's house for Chris' 18th birthday...but that doesn't matter (joking, but who cares)...so let's skip over to the *interesting* part ( Read more... )

This is all so boring.

Chase's work is cutting into the little time we get together so I've been feeling rather lonely.

I wanna talk to Kimberly, but I can't seem to get ahold of her...

I made Amanda feel sad and I'm feeling very very bad about it...

Whatever.

In my own opinion, I think Dilly Pop is best name for an ice cream treat EVER. It's so...irrelevant. My, having a whimsical Chaseling-fathering boyfriend working at Dairy Queen can really teach some amazing things ( Read more... )

I feel slightly better, leave it to your idiot boyfriend to do something goofy like unintentionally insulting you or venting his somewhat unpassionate emotions about yourself to you to make you smile again. Chase is so weird sometimes. But then again, most of my friends are too, and that's why I love 'em ( Read more... )

Alright, so four days ago I got really really pissed off at my mom for my lack of importance in everyday life, just like any wholesome teenage girl in America would. However, it's Sunday night and I haven't exactly cheered up yet. Searching for a reason for me to not have really picked up spirits, I can't find any at all ( Read more... )

I'm home and I dislike the French more than ever.

And there were clowns in the Paris airport.

God damn them all to bloody stinking hell.

Venice was fun though.

The End because I haven't slept for more than 27 hours and I wanna go nene.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Oh, by the way, Rick James died. The world just sucks, huh.

Gah...damn it....God damn it...damn it damn it damn it...God damn it....God damn it damn it...damn it! God...damn it...Jesus Christ.

Ha, look at me, I'm harrassing Christianity.

I'm leaving to France tomorrow so you two readers take good care of yourselves, ya hear? Don't get yourselves into any kind of trouble...yeah right.

Bye everyone (you

Sometimes when it's time for bed, children are out like a light. "But I'm not tired--" bam, light snoring. But often times, it's not that easy. They sit awake for what seems like forever to them, holding their blankets close against him, hoping that the boogieman won't eat them for a midnight snack or that maybe the evil clown with the red balloons ( Read more... )