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yeah, i will be heading off to work in a smidge over 10 minutes from now...
my feelings haven't changed at all. maybe even getting worse now. just ticks me off so bad that marshall had that crush on me (NOT MY FAULT), and when he finds out all the mass amount of shit i was tredging through i thought he dropped the issue... no, he was quietly simmering like a volcano. so... i hook him up with my best friend and they are all happy. no, his hate of me made it awkward now to get time with my best friend... she left yesterday. i won't see her again for a long ass time unless i drive my happy ass in my podunck meximobile all the way to whitchita falls. nine years versus three months... but i WAS horribly ill so i guess i should just shut my happy trap. i just wish all three of us could hang out together and just SHARE. stupid marshall.
so, there is no hope for me to get a friend to call when i am bored and will go to the mall with me or just come over when i want to bitch. i like to bitch. apparently my bitching is actually incredibly hilarious. why won't anyone take up the full time job? i don't think i can last much longer being able to paraphrase my life so i can get everything out between phone calls...that phone is going to DIE. and who was that chick who called him last night with a "hey babe." and ended with "love ya!" because i know she came over but no one invited me to say hello so i wasn't going to be all protective and be like *open door* "bitch say what!?!?!" randomly. i shouldn't hate him for having friends... i so desperately want one... just one. i am not being greedy. just one friend that doesn't have a life that i can fill in all my down time baking cookies with.
and um, yeah. i understand that no one reads my journal. so... how about i just say DON'T COMMENT. and then when no one does... i can just tell myself they didn't because i told them not to.
that sounds nice.
my feelings haven't changed at all. maybe even getting worse now. just ticks me off so bad that marshall had that crush on me (NOT MY FAULT), and when he finds out all the mass amount of shit i was tredging through i thought he dropped the issue... no, he was quietly simmering like a volcano. so... i hook him up with my best friend and they are all happy. no, his hate of me made it awkward now to get time with my best friend... she left yesterday. i won't see her again for a long ass time unless i drive my happy ass in my podunck meximobile all the way to whitchita falls. nine years versus three months... but i WAS horribly ill so i guess i should just shut my happy trap. i just wish all three of us could hang out together and just SHARE. stupid marshall.
so, there is no hope for me to get a friend to call when i am bored and will go to the mall with me or just come over when i want to bitch. i like to bitch. apparently my bitching is actually incredibly hilarious. why won't anyone take up the full time job? i don't think i can last much longer being able to paraphrase my life so i can get everything out between phone calls...that phone is going to DIE. and who was that chick who called him last night with a "hey babe." and ended with "love ya!" because i know she came over but no one invited me to say hello so i wasn't going to be all protective and be like *open door* "bitch say what!?!?!" randomly. i shouldn't hate him for having friends... i so desperately want one... just one. i am not being greedy. just one friend that doesn't have a life that i can fill in all my down time baking cookies with.
and um, yeah. i understand that no one reads my journal. so... how about i just say DON'T COMMENT. and then when no one does... i can just tell myself they didn't because i told them not to.
that sounds nice.