Not much going on here in Cadavre land.
Corey's parents got into town today for a weekend visit. They're spending way too much money on us and the animals....as usual.
I got a text today from someone I was really hoping was out of my life for good (hint: ex roommate) telling me about her kid's first step. I didn't respond because honestly, I don't give a fuck. I told Corey about the text and he texted her telling her we don't care about her life and to never contact us again. She responded by calling me a cunt, telling me that I'll never go pink and that I need to learn poses for my body type. All I could do is laugh. I'm just breaking into modelling, meaning I AM learning poses, and my body type is a whole lot nicer than hers. She also told us to grow up...again, hearty laugh on my part. The one thing that does worry me (though I doubt she'd have the guts to do anything) was that she used my LEGAL first name.
But again, I haven't contacted her since she left, I didn't respond to the text she sent, she had deleted me from all of the social networking sites we had friended me on, before I had even known she was gone. Good riddin's. I'm not going to retaliated to what she said, I told Corey to leave it at what she said. She may think she got the last word, but I'm just not going to sink to her level and use profanity to TRY to break someone. Being a psychology major is so wonderful.
On a positive side, I've been getting some wonderful advice from the wonderful, beautiful, kind and talent Sliver.
I'm still on the job hunt and I'm going to get aggressive +rawr face+
I should go to bed, but I think I'll wait up for my honey.
I'm super excited for Sunday, and I'm hoping they aren't sold out of tickets when we get to the door (the other ticket vendors were all sold out). Cattle Decapitation Whitechapel and Job For A Cowboy are playing at a venue here. I need a concert....need that brutal insanity. Maybe I'll survive being on the edges of the pit (I just...can't mosh, but I like feeling the crush)...maybe? I hope to come out with at least a few bruises!
I don't really have any pictures, sorry.
Hope everyone has a great weekend
:kisses:
Corey's parents got into town today for a weekend visit. They're spending way too much money on us and the animals....as usual.
I got a text today from someone I was really hoping was out of my life for good (hint: ex roommate) telling me about her kid's first step. I didn't respond because honestly, I don't give a fuck. I told Corey about the text and he texted her telling her we don't care about her life and to never contact us again. She responded by calling me a cunt, telling me that I'll never go pink and that I need to learn poses for my body type. All I could do is laugh. I'm just breaking into modelling, meaning I AM learning poses, and my body type is a whole lot nicer than hers. She also told us to grow up...again, hearty laugh on my part. The one thing that does worry me (though I doubt she'd have the guts to do anything) was that she used my LEGAL first name.
But again, I haven't contacted her since she left, I didn't respond to the text she sent, she had deleted me from all of the social networking sites we had friended me on, before I had even known she was gone. Good riddin's. I'm not going to retaliated to what she said, I told Corey to leave it at what she said. She may think she got the last word, but I'm just not going to sink to her level and use profanity to TRY to break someone. Being a psychology major is so wonderful.
On a positive side, I've been getting some wonderful advice from the wonderful, beautiful, kind and talent Sliver.
I'm still on the job hunt and I'm going to get aggressive +rawr face+
I should go to bed, but I think I'll wait up for my honey.
I'm super excited for Sunday, and I'm hoping they aren't sold out of tickets when we get to the door (the other ticket vendors were all sold out). Cattle Decapitation Whitechapel and Job For A Cowboy are playing at a venue here. I need a concert....need that brutal insanity. Maybe I'll survive being on the edges of the pit (I just...can't mosh, but I like feeling the crush)...maybe? I hope to come out with at least a few bruises!
I don't really have any pictures, sorry.
Hope everyone has a great weekend
:kisses:
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