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So, Georgia it is.
The desire to avoid confrontation won the battle.
"Your mother sucks cock in hell."
Time was great..I had so much fun, and it was a great workout.
This week has been the biggest emotional rollercoaster. My ups and downs have been ridiculous.
"FuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckme"
I seriously have the most understanding boyfriend in the world.
Thursday night, I went over to his house in sweatpants, the biggest sweatshirt I own, my hair a wet mess, and make up less. And somehow, someway, he still loved me.
So that was my fat day.
Then the next day I showed up in my sexiest black pants, a red halter top, hot and ready to go..
We went to Applebees, then we watched Deuce Bigalo, male gigaglo, and then we went over to Bill's house.
That kid is a complete douche bag. It was really fun, but I was sad that none my friends could come.
I went home at like 3 and got some sleep..
Then Saturday...jeez...I mean, it went fine and all. I started out the day playing video games, then I spend hours on the phone, talking to Alicia, Katie, Lauren, Dan, and my aund and uncle. Man, I was on the phone way too long. Then my devil mood came out.
"Get your fingers away from my goddamned cunt"
The regan in me was going full force. I called Dan with the specific intent to hurt him. Thank God he knows I'm on my rag and he disregarded the severity of my mood swings and made me laugh. Around 8 I finally got up the motivation to make myself hot and face the world.
I wore my khaki cargo pants, a really cute corset shirt, and I looked damn good. I didn't even get to Dans until like 10, and thankfully my mood was 100 percent improved. So then we went over to Dan and Shanes apartment and hung out with Lauren and Pat, and a bunch of other people.
Things were broken, Brandon punched a hole in the wall. Good times. I hate stupid drunk bitches. I swear, it's a good thing I didn't hear her talkin shit about me and Lauren, or there would have been trouble.
I cried a little bit, but only once in the safety of Dan's truck, and even i recognized how funny it was. Dan almost made me pee, cause he said the bacardi was leaking out of my eyes and my tears were lemon flavored. Jesus I love that kid.
So then we made a drunken trip to Kmart, where we bought tampons, scooby do graham crackers, and gummy worms. Then we watched elimidate and blind date...good times good times. All in all it was a decent weekend.
Today I've been productive. I woke up early and did a bunch of laundry and cleaned the hell out of the family room. I don't know what I'm doing tonight...
The desire to avoid confrontation won the battle.
"Your mother sucks cock in hell."
Time was great..I had so much fun, and it was a great workout.
This week has been the biggest emotional rollercoaster. My ups and downs have been ridiculous.
"FuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckme"
I seriously have the most understanding boyfriend in the world.
Thursday night, I went over to his house in sweatpants, the biggest sweatshirt I own, my hair a wet mess, and make up less. And somehow, someway, he still loved me.
So that was my fat day.
Then the next day I showed up in my sexiest black pants, a red halter top, hot and ready to go..
We went to Applebees, then we watched Deuce Bigalo, male gigaglo, and then we went over to Bill's house.
That kid is a complete douche bag. It was really fun, but I was sad that none my friends could come.
I went home at like 3 and got some sleep..
Then Saturday...jeez...I mean, it went fine and all. I started out the day playing video games, then I spend hours on the phone, talking to Alicia, Katie, Lauren, Dan, and my aund and uncle. Man, I was on the phone way too long. Then my devil mood came out.
"Get your fingers away from my goddamned cunt"
The regan in me was going full force. I called Dan with the specific intent to hurt him. Thank God he knows I'm on my rag and he disregarded the severity of my mood swings and made me laugh. Around 8 I finally got up the motivation to make myself hot and face the world.
I wore my khaki cargo pants, a really cute corset shirt, and I looked damn good. I didn't even get to Dans until like 10, and thankfully my mood was 100 percent improved. So then we went over to Dan and Shanes apartment and hung out with Lauren and Pat, and a bunch of other people.
Things were broken, Brandon punched a hole in the wall. Good times. I hate stupid drunk bitches. I swear, it's a good thing I didn't hear her talkin shit about me and Lauren, or there would have been trouble.
I cried a little bit, but only once in the safety of Dan's truck, and even i recognized how funny it was. Dan almost made me pee, cause he said the bacardi was leaking out of my eyes and my tears were lemon flavored. Jesus I love that kid.
So then we made a drunken trip to Kmart, where we bought tampons, scooby do graham crackers, and gummy worms. Then we watched elimidate and blind date...good times good times. All in all it was a decent weekend.
Today I've been productive. I woke up early and did a bunch of laundry and cleaned the hell out of the family room. I don't know what I'm doing tonight...