violently

I feel like I am living the goddamned Money Pit, with Tom Hanks and Shelley Long.

2 weeks.

I did not go to Digital Underground last night and instead went out with Joy and some girls in Westlake. Big mistake. It was lame, I hate Westlake people, and some old drunk dude I named Mr. Roboto kept following us around. We literally kept running away from him and he kept following us and stumbling all over everyone. Greeeeat.

I think I would have had a grip more fun going to the Trash in Simi, and that is saying a lot.

I think I may go skating today, and tonight, who knows. Someone come steal me.

Calgon, take me awaaaaaaaaaay.

P.S. Dreamed about my ex again last night. That we went to the beach and I didn't want to go because I knew something bad would happen, and sure enough when we got there, there was a dead body on the beach. Somehow it turned into me going to his house and then when I woke up he was gone, so I called him and he was getting his hair done and said it'd be awhile before he got home so I could just leave. I was really sad and wanted to give him a hug and a kiss, but I just left.

Then I dreamed I got into with Jen, the girl that was being an asshole in SD, and told her she was a fat cow and that all the dudes she had been bitching about were just using her to fuck because she's a drunkass. I was reeeeeeally bitchy, and I was happy about it too. I guess I have been harboring resentment towards her since that whole ordeal happened. Whatever. But I remember thinking in my dream that I was like I AM NOT WEAK, I WON'T TAKE SHIT FROM ANYONE ANYMORE. And that turned into something about Nick again. Christ. Why do I miss him? Why won't he get out of my head?

P.P.S. and he has me blocked on aim. great. this is fucking killing me, and now i'm crying again.

P.P.P.S. I want my puppy back