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Happy fourth of July everyone.
Today was gay. I worked from 8-4. Practically no one was buying cars. They handed out the company newsletter today. There were these scrambled words on the back of the thing for like the "entertainment" section. So I was doing them and I couldn't for the life of me figure out this one. So there was fireworks, independence day, fourth of july, and vacation. The last one ended up being constitution. Well lets see there joe billingsly, publisher of the "entertainment" section of the larry times, last time i checked, we here in america celebrate our independence on the fourth of july, not the establishment of our functioning government. And also the last time i looked, 1776 was no where near 1789. I'll excuse you though, since you're probably just a native of mexico. fucking foreigners.
I bought my plane ticket to seattle yesterday. im more completely excited than you can possibly know. i cant wait to get out of here. and im really excited to go see amber. i really miss her and not having her here to talk to has been gay. It used to be easier, when she lived here, cuz even though she wasn't in school with me, she was so close and easy to contact, being right next door and all. When I start getting sad, Im just going to think about amber and i in downtown seattle hanging out while it rains. im so glad we actually did it. totally on a whim and i cant fucking wait!!!!!
i miss haha when she goes to her dads. its so sad without her. theres never anything to do. dont go away anymore haha.
joey only has one eye.
im watching national treasure with my mom and brother.
im tired of being sad. im tired of missing him. and im tired of everything. he sent me a text. randomly. not even a meaningful one. just a hi. thats what we used to do. we used to send just a hi to get each others attention. i said hey back like 30 minutes later. then liek an hour later he asked if it was vodka night. so weird. i wish he would talk to me. i think that if he talked to me, he might say something mean or gay or retarded and then i could slowly fall out of like with him. can you be in like if its only one person that feels it? is that possible? well whatever it is. desperateness to be wanted. me wanting a pathetic amount of attention from a person that could careless. im hopeless. and i hate it.
Why do i miss it? fucking goddamn it. i romanticize everything. i take something as stupid and simple as whatever we were doing and i blow it into thinking someone is required to care about me. IT WASNT GREAT. there was nothing special. i romanticize my memories. i remember things in certain ways. i take things or people or events that made me happy and i remember them in this amazing way. i put them all on a pedastool even if thats not how it went. and thats what i did this time. ive seen too many movies. ones where after breakups people do drastic things. big actions. huge statements. things that win them back. everytime i get let down i hope that they will come back and realize that im not just a typical girl. i guess i am though. a typical girl. obviously not extraordinary enough to want. just come to terms with that. and ill be fine.
i like hanging out with katie. sometimes we end up places with ppl that i miss. ppl from work that is. i get to see them sometimes and it makes it better. hyundais so sad now.
its good to have friends.
Today was gay. I worked from 8-4. Practically no one was buying cars. They handed out the company newsletter today. There were these scrambled words on the back of the thing for like the "entertainment" section. So I was doing them and I couldn't for the life of me figure out this one. So there was fireworks, independence day, fourth of july, and vacation. The last one ended up being constitution. Well lets see there joe billingsly, publisher of the "entertainment" section of the larry times, last time i checked, we here in america celebrate our independence on the fourth of july, not the establishment of our functioning government. And also the last time i looked, 1776 was no where near 1789. I'll excuse you though, since you're probably just a native of mexico. fucking foreigners.
I bought my plane ticket to seattle yesterday. im more completely excited than you can possibly know. i cant wait to get out of here. and im really excited to go see amber. i really miss her and not having her here to talk to has been gay. It used to be easier, when she lived here, cuz even though she wasn't in school with me, she was so close and easy to contact, being right next door and all. When I start getting sad, Im just going to think about amber and i in downtown seattle hanging out while it rains. im so glad we actually did it. totally on a whim and i cant fucking wait!!!!!
i miss haha when she goes to her dads. its so sad without her. theres never anything to do. dont go away anymore haha.
joey only has one eye.
im watching national treasure with my mom and brother.
im tired of being sad. im tired of missing him. and im tired of everything. he sent me a text. randomly. not even a meaningful one. just a hi. thats what we used to do. we used to send just a hi to get each others attention. i said hey back like 30 minutes later. then liek an hour later he asked if it was vodka night. so weird. i wish he would talk to me. i think that if he talked to me, he might say something mean or gay or retarded and then i could slowly fall out of like with him. can you be in like if its only one person that feels it? is that possible? well whatever it is. desperateness to be wanted. me wanting a pathetic amount of attention from a person that could careless. im hopeless. and i hate it.
Why do i miss it? fucking goddamn it. i romanticize everything. i take something as stupid and simple as whatever we were doing and i blow it into thinking someone is required to care about me. IT WASNT GREAT. there was nothing special. i romanticize my memories. i remember things in certain ways. i take things or people or events that made me happy and i remember them in this amazing way. i put them all on a pedastool even if thats not how it went. and thats what i did this time. ive seen too many movies. ones where after breakups people do drastic things. big actions. huge statements. things that win them back. everytime i get let down i hope that they will come back and realize that im not just a typical girl. i guess i am though. a typical girl. obviously not extraordinary enough to want. just come to terms with that. and ill be fine.
i like hanging out with katie. sometimes we end up places with ppl that i miss. ppl from work that is. i get to see them sometimes and it makes it better. hyundais so sad now.
its good to have friends.