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I'm in love with Bertrand. Granted, I haven't spoken to/seen him in four years, and granted, he wasn't very good at speaking English, but none of that matters. He was so romantic! Ugh, all the good males are in France.

Nothing has changed. Except that every Matt I know has managed to pick a fight with me lately.

I walk into work today with a tank top on. This guy Fred says, "Holy shit! Those Arby's shirts hide a lot!" Because I'm an idiot, I have no idea what hes talking about. I couldn't remember if I had any bruises, so I go sit outside until I have to punch in, and then I realize he was referring to my chest. That was the first perv ( Read more... )

whoa, much better mood then i few hours ago. I miss Aayush. He's in India until the 16th ( Read more... )

Shitty week. Slightly more than 50 days until I'm gone for good. That is, if my dad decides to stop being a prick, but its not looking likely since he grounded me for having a panic attack today. He's a cool guy, really ( Read more... )

Right, so I had twelve comments on one post. I really do love Rory, and that fight has been resolved. I was thinking about apologizing in the kid's live journal, since he sort of did in mine, but I'm too lazy ( Read more... )

"To you penis loving female drama queen: I do have a penis, and when you get a chance, SUCK IT! That might shut your mouth for once. IT'S TIME TO STOP ACTING LIKE SUCH A BITCH ( Read more... )

Fuck what I said, it don't mean shit now.

You know what I don't like? Seeing exes. Especially ones your trying to convince yourself your over. And then, when you give them a hug, and you remember how it feels to be held with them, all of your attempts to move on become pointless. All of the sudden it doesn't matter how big of an ass they were, or how much the two of you hurt each other ( Read more... )