spazzatron

To explain the earlier comment a little bit...

My brother who I used to tell everything, who used to tell m everything, we were really great friends, he didn't tell me... he had my mother tell me. That makes me really really sad especially since I don't like the girl. Yes, I want him to be happy, of course! But still.. Vegas?

So, on another note... my sister and I were fighting the other day. She has me run a whole bunch of her errands... like dropping off the kid, picking him up, going to the store, babysitting so she can do this or that, etc... well, the other day, she kept telling me how childish and dumb and ditsy and retarted I am, and I was getting tired of it, because I'm tired of her always telling me how horrible I am and depending on me... so I reply with "Why am I even here? Why do I even stay here? Oh, that's right... you need someone to pick up your kids." No, I don't care that it was mean of me to say, because it's the truth. I'm tired of having to do everything for her and then get treated like garbage afterwards.

Well... today was a good day. I spent the day with my awesome boyfriend. I love him. That boy means the entire world to me. We got a stuffed star with arms and legs, it wears a hat. His name is Mitch... he came from the machine at Denny's... I can't stand the food, but I sure do love my boyfriend, and I love going places with him!!!