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Okay, I haven't been creative lately. Did you know that you can rack up over $100 in fines at the library? Neither did I. Oh well.
So, I've found a place I like on 125 and Sandy. Middle of nowhere, but like I go downtown anyway. The only places I go is Sam's and work. His mom is afraid that I don't eat when I'm not there, so she's always making sure I stuff myself and sending me food home. The last time I went grocery shopping was back at Memorial Day Weekend. And a lot of that stuff is still in the fridge.....not that it's good or anything.....
And speaking of Sam, half of me wants to strangle his neck. Before we have sex, he wants both of us to get tested. mmmmm, papsmear. But Sam doesn't think I have anything, but he just wants to make sure. He's Mr. Safety himself. Always wears his seat belt. Always wears his helmet. eeeehhhh. But the other half of me understands that it's best that we do this, especially since my last partner was Adam, whom I blame (fuck you man, fuck you =) And don't pretend you don't read this. "Oh Emily, I didn't know you had a journal online" ::blink blink blink:: yeah, try again. You don't read mine as much as I don't read yours. But let's keeping pretending not to read each other's. It's fun)
Off the tangent! I'm moving to 125 and.....I've already gone over this....Oh yeah, I really wanted to try out for Rocky, I wanted to be the Crim, but time passes way too fast for me and I missed my chance. That's all right, I'm sure whoever got it will do a better job, since I've barely been a groupie for a year. And it frees up my Sat nights....not that I'm a loser or anything and pay $6 every week to see the same movie.....
I've been playing D&D again recently with Sam. I'm the one with the most crazy experiences playing, and half the time they balk at my ideas and suggestions. Come on, what would go wrong if my pirate tried to steal the crown jewels off the queen's head? come onnnnnn......
Alright, I'm outta here. I've gotta get to work and buy a few things for the house. Peace.
So, I've found a place I like on 125 and Sandy. Middle of nowhere, but like I go downtown anyway. The only places I go is Sam's and work. His mom is afraid that I don't eat when I'm not there, so she's always making sure I stuff myself and sending me food home. The last time I went grocery shopping was back at Memorial Day Weekend. And a lot of that stuff is still in the fridge.....not that it's good or anything.....
And speaking of Sam, half of me wants to strangle his neck. Before we have sex, he wants both of us to get tested. mmmmm, papsmear. But Sam doesn't think I have anything, but he just wants to make sure. He's Mr. Safety himself. Always wears his seat belt. Always wears his helmet. eeeehhhh. But the other half of me understands that it's best that we do this, especially since my last partner was Adam, whom I blame (fuck you man, fuck you =) And don't pretend you don't read this. "Oh Emily, I didn't know you had a journal online" ::blink blink blink:: yeah, try again. You don't read mine as much as I don't read yours. But let's keeping pretending not to read each other's. It's fun)
Off the tangent! I'm moving to 125 and.....I've already gone over this....Oh yeah, I really wanted to try out for Rocky, I wanted to be the Crim, but time passes way too fast for me and I missed my chance. That's all right, I'm sure whoever got it will do a better job, since I've barely been a groupie for a year. And it frees up my Sat nights....not that I'm a loser or anything and pay $6 every week to see the same movie.....
I've been playing D&D again recently with Sam. I'm the one with the most crazy experiences playing, and half the time they balk at my ideas and suggestions. Come on, what would go wrong if my pirate tried to steal the crown jewels off the queen's head? come onnnnnn......
Alright, I'm outta here. I've gotta get to work and buy a few things for the house. Peace.