I figured, its been almost three years, why not do another update ( Read more... )

I'm sick of the dating scene.

People are fucked in the head. and I'm so done playing games with all you men.

why can't anyone be straight forward? Like "this is what I'm looking for. take it or leave it.

so...Its 70 days away!!!!! :D :D :D


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Well.

The time has come to move on!

It's been a good, 14 years in this small, crazy town.

But I am heading to bigger, better things.

Its only an hour away.

I can't wait to live in victoria.

And after 5 years of hardwork, dedication, loyalty, and moving on up the chain, I'm quitting tim hortons.

They need a new manager.

And i'm excited to work for shaw ( Read more... )

So I met warrens best friend Kevin and his fiance, Danielle Croce. They are fucking awesome people, so nice, so down to earth. I'm normally really shy but we had a fucking blast. I can't wait to hang out with them again. :)

And the cool thing?? Oh right. May 2009, Kevin and Danielle are getting married. In Italy. And we're invited. (obviously) ( Read more... )

I love having a savings account. i saved so much money because its not in my normal account where i have access...its retarded how much money you spend because you can see it available...also i cook all the time and buy groceries instead of going to restaurants. and i stopped driving to nanaimo to just go kart. hahahah. and clubbing...haven't done ( Read more... )

Guess who's going to dance class this year?! :)

me=store manager. I'm also applying for district management :) :)

I'm stoked to get back into hip hop. i love it to death!!

PS.

 So i'm done with my endless whining about guys and writing about it because its retarded, but that was pretty much the only new shit with me at the time, except for now ( Read more... )

Long distance relationships don't ever work ( Read more... )

I realize its been pretty much 2 months since I've been on last.

I have been so busy.

And happy 19th, Liz!

Those last 5 weeks went by so fucking fast.

Suddenly camping was over. And I was on an airplane. By myself. Across Canada. Into the United States.

Seeing Issac was like getting hit with a bat in the chest, but in a good way. As soon as we saw ( Read more... )