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last couple of days i feel like i got hit in the face by something.
stephen has been gone for almost three weeks now...8 weeks to go. 8 weeks and a couple of days.
another guy thinks he is my boyfriend and this whole time i thought that we could just be friends. i hate it when guys make the assumption that i am their girlfriend without asking me if i want to be.
yeah, he has been trying to kiss me.. last night he kinda pinned me and got me slightly before i opened the door behind me, fell through it and slamed it in his face yelling that i am really tired and need to go to bed. he still got coffee the next morning.
i got in contact with bryan heath, found him in facebook. i asked him if it was indeed him and he came back with...an apology. i wish i told him that i have forgiven him almost two years now. but it felt all good but weird knowing that he remembered and regretted his stupidity. i didn't think that i was that big of an impact... but that was intresting.
i want this one baby sun conure. its near 600 bucks...plus, its a baby so that is problems in its self. so, i just go to petco and visit it every day. i'll wait till i know i can take care of it and then i will most likely buy it.
i told everyone that i agree: i am engaged. i have no ring, he hasn't asked me but we all know... my name will someday be emily glowicz. and probably someday really soon. i need to get the hell out of here. i mean, i love my life and all but i work as a nanny and i make coffee. I MAKE THE SAME PEOPLE A CUP OF THE SAME STUFF EVERY DAY FOR ABSOLUTE CRAP AND I CHANGE DIAPERS AND RUN AROUND A NEIGHBORHOOD OF A TON OF PEOPLE THAT I KNOW SAYING THINGS LIKE, "loooooook, its a duuuuuck. duuuuuck. say duck. duck. its a duck. duuuuuuck. oh look doggie!!" "duck!" "no, THAT isn't a duck...thats a doggie... THAT over THERE is a duck. duuuuuuuck." AND SINGING "this is the song that never ends." OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN BECAUSE I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO IT.
honestly, i need to just make out for an hour with my boyfriend. my actual boyfriend. the one who asked me to name his m16... i mean, shit...if that isn't love, i don't know what love is.
needless to say. i am fucking exsausted and my washing machine blows chunks...well, not really, it just floods my house. and right now i don't give a damn. flood away.
i want to go take a 15 hour nap.
stephen has been gone for almost three weeks now...8 weeks to go. 8 weeks and a couple of days.
another guy thinks he is my boyfriend and this whole time i thought that we could just be friends. i hate it when guys make the assumption that i am their girlfriend without asking me if i want to be.
yeah, he has been trying to kiss me.. last night he kinda pinned me and got me slightly before i opened the door behind me, fell through it and slamed it in his face yelling that i am really tired and need to go to bed. he still got coffee the next morning.
i got in contact with bryan heath, found him in facebook. i asked him if it was indeed him and he came back with...an apology. i wish i told him that i have forgiven him almost two years now. but it felt all good but weird knowing that he remembered and regretted his stupidity. i didn't think that i was that big of an impact... but that was intresting.
i want this one baby sun conure. its near 600 bucks...plus, its a baby so that is problems in its self. so, i just go to petco and visit it every day. i'll wait till i know i can take care of it and then i will most likely buy it.
i told everyone that i agree: i am engaged. i have no ring, he hasn't asked me but we all know... my name will someday be emily glowicz. and probably someday really soon. i need to get the hell out of here. i mean, i love my life and all but i work as a nanny and i make coffee. I MAKE THE SAME PEOPLE A CUP OF THE SAME STUFF EVERY DAY FOR ABSOLUTE CRAP AND I CHANGE DIAPERS AND RUN AROUND A NEIGHBORHOOD OF A TON OF PEOPLE THAT I KNOW SAYING THINGS LIKE, "loooooook, its a duuuuuck. duuuuuck. say duck. duck. its a duck. duuuuuuck. oh look doggie!!" "duck!" "no, THAT isn't a duck...thats a doggie... THAT over THERE is a duck. duuuuuuuck." AND SINGING "this is the song that never ends." OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN BECAUSE I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO IT.
honestly, i need to just make out for an hour with my boyfriend. my actual boyfriend. the one who asked me to name his m16... i mean, shit...if that isn't love, i don't know what love is.
needless to say. i am fucking exsausted and my washing machine blows chunks...well, not really, it just floods my house. and right now i don't give a damn. flood away.
i want to go take a 15 hour nap.