krankor

Eating a hot pocket.
Thinking about life.
Wishing I was stoned out of my mind.
How is yr diet of kung-fu going? I think it would be so sexy if I knew how to use samurai swords. Like O-Ren in Kill Bill...How she has the 2 swords and that cheesy music is playing. *cream*
I'm trying to convince my friend Jean [remember that little redhead that I had my b.day kegger with last year? Thats my Jean] to be an SG. She is the cutest fucking chick in the world and I think that everybody should be able to see her tits.
Anyway tho.-Life is going really wierd right now. All that shit with Jeff...the money he took from me. the skinny puppy/atlanta fiasco. not doing shit for my birthday. etc. blew up and I couldnt take it anymore. So, I left and stayed with my friend Keith. I knew that was a bad idea because Keith is 'in love' with me and expected me to move in with him. He painted his extra bedroom magenta with black trim for me and bought all this stuff for me and basically went all out to make me happy. Thats sweet...but kind of wierd. Walking away from a 5 year relationship and an hour later going into a new one wasnt really what I had planned. The first nite was alright, but going to work on friday morning I felt like my heart was breaking into pieces. I missed Jeff so bad! I tried to call Jeff [I dont know why. I didnt know what i would say...I know that we wouldnt get along. I just wanted to hear his voice] but he never answered. So all day long i was going through torture. After work I went back to Keiths and he had picked up his 3 year old son...And that wasnt cool with me at all. Drake [his son] is a wonderful, sweet, funny little boy, but, I dont want to deal with the family life bullshit if its not my family. He got his ex-wife pregnant when he was 17 [and they got married at that age too] and they literally just got divorced [on my bday to be exact] and he's had to deal with that...Well, I didnt make that choice in life. If i wanted a 3 year old around i would have popped a fucking kid out 3 years ago. I'm just babbling now...Anyway, i wasnt happy at all at Keiths house. So on saturday I asked to leave work a little early [knowing that keith and his son had gone to wal-mart and wouldnt be back for about an hour] and hauled
ass to his house and snagged all my shit from out of there. [It wasnt a lot of stuff-just some clothes and make-up]. I went back to my apartment and just walked in like nothing had ever happened. So, all weekend I've been boozing and trying to fill up my time so i dont feel guilty for fucking so many people over. Why do I have to be such a greedy, selfish, awful girl?
Lets run away together....I have some rum and an island. All I need is a hammock.

onward and upward tonto!!!