So...I was scanning through some threads right now, and came upon a lovely one that made me all warm and fuzzy inside. It was sooooo fucking touching, that I couldn't stand to look at it anymore. 
thanks. I appreciate it. No, honestly I do. Not that it matters anymore though right? I'm a cruel and deceiving person. I know, it know.
'cept....I can remember a time when there was full visablity, something getting shoved down my throat. And also....a gear shift NEVER gets in the way huh?
Its funny. Some days you think and day dream about past times, and it makes you smile. You think of nice times, of people faces when they looked at you. Held you. Spoke to you. And try to think....could it have worked? Possibly. Did I make the right choice? I dont know. Then you see something like this....and you remember all the things why you made your decision and why. This fucked up anger that happens and freaks you out. This nice boy, so humble and sweet. Can suddenly turn on you, and call you a slut, among other horrible things.
But the past is the past right? Lets please move on now and stop the sly shitty comments you KNOW others will read eventually. Okay?
Onto other news.
Our roommate hasn't paid rent yet....still. Candace boyfriend is now moving in at the end of August. The kids get their rooms back, rent it paid, and I get back my own bathroom. Which I've been pining for for a long time now.
I won $5 on the Silva fight haha. Since Ortiz/Evans fight was a draw. Damn it. I really really dont like Ortiz. He gets under my skin in a bad way.
The wedding was nice. I dont know if I mentioned that in my last journal, that no one reads. Danny was hell-a hot.
and I looked horrible! haha. We got a large bottle of rum, and went back to his place. Played some video games, and I passed the fuck out. I had THE worse hangover the next day. and spend the entire day (my birthday) running from bed to the toilet.
Luckly, he went to play softball then to the docks, so I had the place to myself to puke my little heart out.
I got back home around 8pm to a small BBQ. It sucked balls....and I went to bed. YAY FOR TURNING 25!
My family still hasnt called. Yes, shed a tear for poor ol' me.
My moms probabley too fucked to even remember and my grandparents...well.....have I told you im the black sheep? Although, I do need to call and yell at my cousin, Delaney. Cause that one honestly hurt.
-Chi
thanks. I appreciate it. No, honestly I do. Not that it matters anymore though right? I'm a cruel and deceiving person. I know, it know. 'cept....I can remember a time when there was full visablity, something getting shoved down my throat. And also....a gear shift NEVER gets in the way huh?
Its funny. Some days you think and day dream about past times, and it makes you smile. You think of nice times, of people faces when they looked at you. Held you. Spoke to you. And try to think....could it have worked? Possibly. Did I make the right choice? I dont know. Then you see something like this....and you remember all the things why you made your decision and why. This fucked up anger that happens and freaks you out. This nice boy, so humble and sweet. Can suddenly turn on you, and call you a slut, among other horrible things.
But the past is the past right? Lets please move on now and stop the sly shitty comments you KNOW others will read eventually. Okay?
Onto other news.
Our roommate hasn't paid rent yet....still. Candace boyfriend is now moving in at the end of August. The kids get their rooms back, rent it paid, and I get back my own bathroom. Which I've been pining for for a long time now.
I won $5 on the Silva fight haha. Since Ortiz/Evans fight was a draw. Damn it. I really really dont like Ortiz. He gets under my skin in a bad way.
The wedding was nice. I dont know if I mentioned that in my last journal, that no one reads. Danny was hell-a hot.
and I looked horrible! haha. We got a large bottle of rum, and went back to his place. Played some video games, and I passed the fuck out. I had THE worse hangover the next day. and spend the entire day (my birthday) running from bed to the toilet. Luckly, he went to play softball then to the docks, so I had the place to myself to puke my little heart out.
I got back home around 8pm to a small BBQ. It sucked balls....and I went to bed. YAY FOR TURNING 25!
My family still hasnt called. Yes, shed a tear for poor ol' me.
My moms probabley too fucked to even remember and my grandparents...well.....have I told you im the black sheep? Although, I do need to call and yell at my cousin, Delaney. Cause that one honestly hurt.
-Chi
IPm coming back later to read your blog, gotta go to work now!