I guess it's time for an update here, now that I have a minute to breath!... I know you guys have missed me! 
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Went to JD's last night. I love Smirnoff Ice. It gets me drunk SO fast! I love it. Anywayes, in my drunken stupor, I decided to call the ex. (I miss him like woah... so it seemed like a good idea)... and... loe and behold, he does not have his cell phone on him (thank god, I pbly would have said some stupid shit if I had talked to him)... but that got me thinking.
Why doesn't he have his cell on him? He ALWAYS has it, maybe he doesn't want to talk to me... maybe he's with a girl... maybe he's having sex with someone (I love how the brain works when you are drunk)... luckily I didn't start crying or anything. I just had fun at the bar. But when I got home... wow... did I ever just giver. I hate the mornings when you wake up and your eyes are all puffy and red and closed shut from crying too much.
Sooooooo yeah... I dunno... I am emotionally retarded I have decided.
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On a good note.... my best friend is SO hot! Me and her were dancing like mad last night... it was very scandalous
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It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
My worries weigh the world, how I used to be
And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before
Worse than a fear it's the knife
But it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same
It's hard to say (God, it's hard to say)
Since you've been gone,
I'm not the same
--- The Used ~~ Hard to Say
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Went to JD's last night. I love Smirnoff Ice. It gets me drunk SO fast! I love it. Anywayes, in my drunken stupor, I decided to call the ex. (I miss him like woah... so it seemed like a good idea)... and... loe and behold, he does not have his cell phone on him (thank god, I pbly would have said some stupid shit if I had talked to him)... but that got me thinking.
Why doesn't he have his cell on him? He ALWAYS has it, maybe he doesn't want to talk to me... maybe he's with a girl... maybe he's having sex with someone (I love how the brain works when you are drunk)... luckily I didn't start crying or anything. I just had fun at the bar. But when I got home... wow... did I ever just giver. I hate the mornings when you wake up and your eyes are all puffy and red and closed shut from crying too much.
Sooooooo yeah... I dunno... I am emotionally retarded I have decided.
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On a good note.... my best friend is SO hot! Me and her were dancing like mad last night... it was very scandalous
---
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
My worries weigh the world, how I used to be
And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before
Worse than a fear it's the knife
But it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same
It's hard to say (God, it's hard to say)
Since you've been gone,
I'm not the same
--- The Used ~~ Hard to Say
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You guys are always welcome to crash on my floor if you are really hurtin' for places to stay.
Word of the day: SNATCH. Must be capitalized, always.
The Used kick so much ass. Keep up that sexiness, hun.
while sitting at the dinner table
catherine o'hara-"we'll build you a dark room when we get the house set up
winona ryder-my whole life is a dark room, on, big, dark room