granola bars are so good
Silverstein was a lot of fun. People being shot in Detroit was not.
Yesterday was quite the eventful day. I woke up at Eric's, drove home and made plans to Jessica and Chelsie. We went to Birmingham and walked around and ate lunch down there. Then we went to Naughty Time Novelty. Then we went to Walmart. Then we dropped Chelsie off and went on a mission to find cheap fake flowers. It wasn't working too well so I just borrowed some. Then we got food from Highland House came back to my house to eat it and then we decided that we wanted to go clubbing...hahha...so we got all ready to go down to Tonic in Pontiac because Jessica called and they said that "ladies 18+ get in for free before 1030" so we rushed down there to get there before 1030...and the bitch at the counter was like "NOPE! YOU GOTTA BE 21 TO GET IN FOR FREE..." So that sucked a lot of ass. And we even had this big plan that if any guys tried talking to us, that we were here with our girlfriend. And then we would proceed to kick people's asses. BUT, we didn't get to do any of that. So we just drove back to my house all upset listening to Dashboard haha, and got to my house and talked and went to sleep. Aren't we the fucking party animals.
The one year is on Tuesday and I am ohhh so excited. I have this big thing all planned out for you. I hope you like it <3
I am so overly annoyed right now. Dillon and I had this big conversation on the way to Silverstein. And we are amazed at how much shit talking can come out of one person. I mean, it's completely normal and natural for people to just talk shit. But it's like, for some people...they like live off of it. Like it proves to everyone that they are better or something. It's actually really fucking annoying. People are slowly seeing what I've been seeing for years.
I wonder if it's warm outside. My car still needs to be washed. The boys are playing tonight at some sports bar, so that should be fun. Either way I get to see my lovely boy. This weekend should be nice.
Telemarketers...stop calling my house.
Love,
Theresa
ps. Aint nobody dope as me I'm just so fresh, so clean.
Yesterday was quite the eventful day. I woke up at Eric's, drove home and made plans to Jessica and Chelsie. We went to Birmingham and walked around and ate lunch down there. Then we went to Naughty Time Novelty. Then we went to Walmart. Then we dropped Chelsie off and went on a mission to find cheap fake flowers. It wasn't working too well so I just borrowed some. Then we got food from Highland House came back to my house to eat it and then we decided that we wanted to go clubbing...hahha...so we got all ready to go down to Tonic in Pontiac because Jessica called and they said that "ladies 18+ get in for free before 1030" so we rushed down there to get there before 1030...and the bitch at the counter was like "NOPE! YOU GOTTA BE 21 TO GET IN FOR FREE..." So that sucked a lot of ass. And we even had this big plan that if any guys tried talking to us, that we were here with our girlfriend. And then we would proceed to kick people's asses. BUT, we didn't get to do any of that. So we just drove back to my house all upset listening to Dashboard haha, and got to my house and talked and went to sleep. Aren't we the fucking party animals.
The one year is on Tuesday and I am ohhh so excited. I have this big thing all planned out for you. I hope you like it <3
I am so overly annoyed right now. Dillon and I had this big conversation on the way to Silverstein. And we are amazed at how much shit talking can come out of one person. I mean, it's completely normal and natural for people to just talk shit. But it's like, for some people...they like live off of it. Like it proves to everyone that they are better or something. It's actually really fucking annoying. People are slowly seeing what I've been seeing for years.
I wonder if it's warm outside. My car still needs to be washed. The boys are playing tonight at some sports bar, so that should be fun. Either way I get to see my lovely boy. This weekend should be nice.
Telemarketers...stop calling my house.
Love,
Theresa
ps. Aint nobody dope as me I'm just so fresh, so clean.