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yeah okay, i know no one uses these anymore - so all the more reason for me to bitch and reveal a devious plan of mine.
we all remember last summer - beach, kristin, vets boys, beach..yawn yawn. on july 3rd 2005, i met a certain young man who i became good friends with and eventually sort of..dated? i guess. then we all know we stopped talking for like 6 months until he accidently text me one night, january 3rd 2006. damn. that's weird. SO. after a few long months of dealing with his shit, being his friend, trying to not be his friend, being his friend again, and so on, i went on spring break. after coming home, the kid once again stopped talking to me. over spring break, he went to my house and took back any of the stuff i had of his. asshole? yeah, since he never even called to tell me he did it. he still has a few of my things but won't give them back. therefore, tomorrow night: sunday the 18th of june 2006, daria and i are doing major SABOTAGE to mr. ryan michael cole's fucking car. i didn't think it'd have to come down to this. but for the first few months we started talking again, it was like walking on glass; i seriously had to watch every move i made. not to mention, i saw him driving with my sunglasses not too long ago. so there. hah.
we all remember last summer - beach, kristin, vets boys, beach..yawn yawn. on july 3rd 2005, i met a certain young man who i became good friends with and eventually sort of..dated? i guess. then we all know we stopped talking for like 6 months until he accidently text me one night, january 3rd 2006. damn. that's weird. SO. after a few long months of dealing with his shit, being his friend, trying to not be his friend, being his friend again, and so on, i went on spring break. after coming home, the kid once again stopped talking to me. over spring break, he went to my house and took back any of the stuff i had of his. asshole? yeah, since he never even called to tell me he did it. he still has a few of my things but won't give them back. therefore, tomorrow night: sunday the 18th of june 2006, daria and i are doing major SABOTAGE to mr. ryan michael cole's fucking car. i didn't think it'd have to come down to this. but for the first few months we started talking again, it was like walking on glass; i seriously had to watch every move i made. not to mention, i saw him driving with my sunglasses not too long ago. so there. hah.