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I'm not unhappy about where I am in life. I've been complimented on my brains since I was 5 and I knew the difference between the spelling of "time" and "thyme." My aunt Stacy said she wanted kids as smart as me. They had to go to private school to get that way, though. HA.
Wow, that was incredibly insensitive. Oh well. I'm drinking a SlimFast and listening to some country music on this old radio my great-grandmother used to have. I think it's from the early 70's, but it still sounds awesome. My dad still doesn't know I have it. HA. Again with that.
I'm in a weird mood...kind of reflective and nostalgic, but also excited about what the future may hold. I got in touch with that 7' tall basketball player from UGA (Joey Waldrop), and I'm going to visit him this weekend in Newnan. That ought to be A LOT of fucking fun. We've been talking for a while and the other night he asked if I would be his girl. It was so damn sweet.
About Evan...there's been serious talk about letting the Lawleys raise him while I get my shit completely together. I've been getting better about a lot of things like saving money, smoking less, and buying clothes and toiletries instead of things I don't need. There's still a lingering feeling that if I fuck up now, it won't matter so much to him, but later on in Evan's life, if I screw up, that might effect him in the long run. I don't know. I'm just nervous about too much stress and the ever-present chance of relapsing.
I'm doing well. That's about all I can say. Except for this whole entry...I guess this is all I can say at the moment. Until next month, it looks like.
Wow, that was incredibly insensitive. Oh well. I'm drinking a SlimFast and listening to some country music on this old radio my great-grandmother used to have. I think it's from the early 70's, but it still sounds awesome. My dad still doesn't know I have it. HA. Again with that.
I'm in a weird mood...kind of reflective and nostalgic, but also excited about what the future may hold. I got in touch with that 7' tall basketball player from UGA (Joey Waldrop), and I'm going to visit him this weekend in Newnan. That ought to be A LOT of fucking fun. We've been talking for a while and the other night he asked if I would be his girl. It was so damn sweet.
About Evan...there's been serious talk about letting the Lawleys raise him while I get my shit completely together. I've been getting better about a lot of things like saving money, smoking less, and buying clothes and toiletries instead of things I don't need. There's still a lingering feeling that if I fuck up now, it won't matter so much to him, but later on in Evan's life, if I screw up, that might effect him in the long run. I don't know. I'm just nervous about too much stress and the ever-present chance of relapsing.
I'm doing well. That's about all I can say. Except for this whole entry...I guess this is all I can say at the moment. Until next month, it looks like.
