God, today was such a fucking dramatic day. So I get up and everything's alright. Called Mariah, talked for a few hours; got off the phone because my dad's Jew was calling and he won't ever stop calling until he answers the phone. So then I called Ryan on my cell phone and we talked for a few minutes cause I just needed to know he was okay. And ( Read more... )

God dammit. I get more and more fucking pissed every time I think of Ryan and my other friends and how much fucking money they owe me. The DAY BEFORE my birthday I got my first ever income tax check, $60, and ended up giving $40 of it to him, which he claimed he paid back when he gave me a $10 present meant for somebody else as a last-minute ( Read more... )