You can pass it on.
Man.
I hardly know where to begin. It really has been a while.
First off, I moved out of Brandon's apartment a WHILE back. He turned out to be, you know, a douchebag frat boy. I got really tired of him always trying to fuck me/talking about fucking me/making ridiculously inappropriate comments about my physical appearance/etc. It was pretty ridiculous. A little while after I moved out of there, he kissed me... and I haven't really taken him seriously since. My favorite part was how he tried to convince me and all sorts of other people that it was a "mutual" kiss when it ended in me ripping away, saying "I HAVE TO GO NOW AND YOU SHOULD NEVER EVER DO THAT AGAIN," running home and telling my boyfriend. Hurr.
Not to mention, while I was in Appleton, Brandon got these kittens that he decided to keep in my old room without consulting me and upon my return I found that a decent amount of my clothes were piss and shit stained and ruined and whatnot.
He is a really shitty, inconsderate dude, basically. I got mad at him about something else on Halloween and I told him that I am just completely done with him as a human being. We don't talk anymore.
Speaking of Halloween, I may have lost a friend for good because of my drunken antics. I got absolutely fucking smashed on Halloween and decided, for whatever reason, to send a few people text messages while I was vomiting massive amounts of vodka. One of the people I spoke to did not appreciate my drunken bullshit... I barely remember what was said, but I do know that I was being pretty shitty because I think I honestly just like to stir shit up when I am drunk. I feel terrible about it and I hope he forgives me some day but at this point I am starting to think that maybe we are all better off if he and I just never talk to each other again.
We have had a very strange friendship for a very long time and sometimes I worry about it hurting my relationships, honestly, so I guess I am okay with all those years of friendship going away. It hurts, but I think it has to happen. Yeah.
So, after I moved out of Brandon's I moved in with Tyler, Brannick, Steve and Ayron. Living with four dirty, deadbeat punk boys was one of the funnest living arrangements I have ever had. I love eveyry one of those kids and every night was an adventure for me. Eventually, Brannick and Steve moved to Terre Haute and Tyler and I got to upgrade from the nook in the living room to Brannick's old bedroom. Unforunately, the boys were evicted shortly after and so Ayron, Tyler and I had to find a new place to live.
We wound up moving about a half a block away to the white trash apartment building right behind Walgreen's. It is pretty good for us. Ayron left to visit family and friends for a while and it was just Tyler and I. He came back, then, but he is leaving again to go to Texas to get himself cleaned up and taken care of. I am really proud of him and I wish him the best of luck. I will miss him, though, because he really has become one of my very best friends. At this point, I really just wish the best for him. I love ya, Ayron.
So, I am alone with Tyler for a good long while, again, and I am honestly more than okay with that. Have I mentioned yet how much I love that boy? He is... something else, at least. I could not be happier with my little deadbeat boyfriend. He works with me at Ponderosa now (which is why we decided that the internet was affordable) and he is already the best damned dishwasher we got. Ha ha! Fuck Ponderosa, though. We have this new area manager in training who just sits around sucking Kye Hoffman's dick all day. The old manager that I wanted to throw through a window turned out all right, and now we just all hate this new Luke guy a whole bunch.
Oh well, though. Work is work. I should be getting another raise next month. Weeoo?
Plus, pretty much every one of my friends works at Pondo, now. Jerricha, Jimmy, Trey, Nick, Tyler, Ryan, and probably another person or two are all friends of mine who work at Pon-damn-fucking-rosa. It makes work good for me. We do it all for the shorties, you know. ALL for the shorties.
I have made some friends, like Nick and Trey, who are excellent people. If Tyler and I are not spending time together at our apartment, we are most likely at Jimmy, Luke and Jerricha's apartment or driving around with Trey and/or Nick. I have been spending some time with Lindsay and Ricky, too. I love those kids. It is a good time all around.
I miss Danielle to a ridiculous degree. Tyler and I are pretty set to go to Evansville on our next paycheck, and Danielle WILL be seen and rocking out WILL be had. Yeah!
I guess that not a whole lot else has happened recently.
I love Tyler Taylor like you wouldn't believe. I live in a crappy apartment. I have radical friends. My job still sucks but I am still okay with that.
The end?
The end!
For now!