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i am the worst designated driver, but the best drunk driver. so it's all equal in the end.
the fact of the matter is, i hate little rock and so i have had to be drunk for the past two nights. this makes it a lot easier to A) not make an ass of myself in front of jim hunnicutt and B) get along with people who don't like me.
i am going to get hurt because i am literally "in love with" someone who lives somewhere that i do not. i hate this. i want him to move. make him move. a two-year "crush/infautation" [that is plausible and happening....] does not happen too often and i'm going to get fucking hurt, because i am already severely attached to him. he's quite possibly the best person in the entire world and he's fucking gorgeous.
i am smitten. i hate this. i hate being so....girly and stuff. i just wanted him to come tonight so i could kiss him again. it's all i can think about. kissing him. he's fucking amazing. i hate it. i really really hate it.
make him move back.
fuckin
ass.
i forgot my password to my other journal because i had to fucking change it when i thought jayson was hacking me and sara's stupid live journals. stupid parents' house's computer. also, i'm stupid.
i'm in love. and it's definitely not mutual. and i'm probably not even in love. so it is mutual. oh god. his lips. his eyes.
oh my god. i am really dumb. and i actually drank beer. what the fuck is up with that? i hate beer. it's yuck. not even yucky. just yuck. too much effort for that fucking "y".
oh little rock. i wish you had more to offer than hunnicutt. cause....i'm fucked. and happy. but i will miss him. a. fucking. lot.
done!
the fact of the matter is, i hate little rock and so i have had to be drunk for the past two nights. this makes it a lot easier to A) not make an ass of myself in front of jim hunnicutt and B) get along with people who don't like me.
i am going to get hurt because i am literally "in love with" someone who lives somewhere that i do not. i hate this. i want him to move. make him move. a two-year "crush/infautation" [that is plausible and happening....] does not happen too often and i'm going to get fucking hurt, because i am already severely attached to him. he's quite possibly the best person in the entire world and he's fucking gorgeous.
i am smitten. i hate this. i hate being so....girly and stuff. i just wanted him to come tonight so i could kiss him again. it's all i can think about. kissing him. he's fucking amazing. i hate it. i really really hate it.
make him move back.
fuckin
ass.
i forgot my password to my other journal because i had to fucking change it when i thought jayson was hacking me and sara's stupid live journals. stupid parents' house's computer. also, i'm stupid.
i'm in love. and it's definitely not mutual. and i'm probably not even in love. so it is mutual. oh god. his lips. his eyes.
oh my god. i am really dumb. and i actually drank beer. what the fuck is up with that? i hate beer. it's yuck. not even yucky. just yuck. too much effort for that fucking "y".
oh little rock. i wish you had more to offer than hunnicutt. cause....i'm fucked. and happy. but i will miss him. a. fucking. lot.
done!