AH/.
Broken computer still.
I'm sitting in the computer/workout/tv/pool room of an apartment complex my friend resides in. He's in a car [my car?] with another friend. Fucking, I guess. Who knows. I gave them 20 minutes before I came out there to bust the party up and go home.
So what's new.
Wow, what the fuck is new. The past week or so has been really fucking strange. New kids, old faces, new faces, old kids. Friday and Saturday night were both spent up at the parking lot hanging out with all the street racers and talking playful shit about each others cars. Chilled with some people I haven't seen in a while and met some new, really great friends. Always something going on, somewhere. The strange part about this week, I'm not sure I'm wanted to talk about on here. It's definitely not a bad kind of strange but I don't need to fuck anything up by writing something someone doesn't want written about yet. But it's been a good strange...I think. Can a good strange be a painful good? Cause as confusing as that sounds, that's what it is.
I need to go to the doctor to get my blood sugar tested or something cause the other night I passed out...just straight up passed out...not from anything....had nothing at all out of the norm in my system and I just fainted. Scared the hell out of my friend. I think it was an anxiety attack combined with something else but mom wants to take me to the doctor. Fine. I don't really mind. I also need to go back to physical therapy cause my knee isn't all better. It hurts.
I took off work tommorrow. I don't work Tuesday and Wednesday anyway and the break should be good. I need some rest and time to chill. I want to go to a club with David next weekend if he can get me in. Fun...stuff.
Not much else has happened. I'm bored but at the same time I'm not. Work sucks but it keeps me occupied. Nights are better than mornings and when the right manager is working, closing is fun and normally I get off early. I took Araceli home tonight because her car wouldn't start and I love 95% of my coworkers.
I NEED TO SEE MY EMU. ANd I need to see Rana and Jenn and my girls I haven't seen in so long. I miss you all so much.
I'm tired and I'm going out to bust up the sex party in the backseat of my car. Later.
Note to self--I was together yesterday. I will stay in tact tonight. I will be in one peice tomorrow. I will NOT let myself fall apart, again. My heart and mind are mine to control and they will not feel so much hurt again, so soon. I'm a careful girl and I'm watching my step. I'm watching it damn well.
I'm sitting in the computer/workout/tv/pool room of an apartment complex my friend resides in. He's in a car [my car?] with another friend. Fucking, I guess. Who knows. I gave them 20 minutes before I came out there to bust the party up and go home.
So what's new.
Wow, what the fuck is new. The past week or so has been really fucking strange. New kids, old faces, new faces, old kids. Friday and Saturday night were both spent up at the parking lot hanging out with all the street racers and talking playful shit about each others cars. Chilled with some people I haven't seen in a while and met some new, really great friends. Always something going on, somewhere. The strange part about this week, I'm not sure I'm wanted to talk about on here. It's definitely not a bad kind of strange but I don't need to fuck anything up by writing something someone doesn't want written about yet. But it's been a good strange...I think. Can a good strange be a painful good? Cause as confusing as that sounds, that's what it is.
I need to go to the doctor to get my blood sugar tested or something cause the other night I passed out...just straight up passed out...not from anything....had nothing at all out of the norm in my system and I just fainted. Scared the hell out of my friend. I think it was an anxiety attack combined with something else but mom wants to take me to the doctor. Fine. I don't really mind. I also need to go back to physical therapy cause my knee isn't all better. It hurts.
I took off work tommorrow. I don't work Tuesday and Wednesday anyway and the break should be good. I need some rest and time to chill. I want to go to a club with David next weekend if he can get me in. Fun...stuff.
Not much else has happened. I'm bored but at the same time I'm not. Work sucks but it keeps me occupied. Nights are better than mornings and when the right manager is working, closing is fun and normally I get off early. I took Araceli home tonight because her car wouldn't start and I love 95% of my coworkers.
I NEED TO SEE MY EMU. ANd I need to see Rana and Jenn and my girls I haven't seen in so long. I miss you all so much.
I'm tired and I'm going out to bust up the sex party in the backseat of my car. Later.
Note to self--I was together yesterday. I will stay in tact tonight. I will be in one peice tomorrow. I will NOT let myself fall apart, again. My heart and mind are mine to control and they will not feel so much hurt again, so soon. I'm a careful girl and I'm watching my step. I'm watching it damn well.