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X-Men 3 was alright. I went and saw it with Jon and a few other guys. I wasn't feeling too good today at all. If it wasn't my stomach, it was my head. By "head" I mean mentally. After the movie, Jon and I went to go eat alone after tons of drama over what we were going to do. We finally decide to go to Amici's after more drama over whether to stay and wait or not because it was packed. We get a table, order...but then the waitress took my fork when she picked up the salads. It was all downhill from there. He pushed and pushed, I snapped, we ate in silence, I had to beg him not to walk and to let me take him home, he tells me that I could go kill myself, and then I stayed parked in front of his house for a while because I was too upset to drive. I called his cell from my car and asked him to talk to me and make everything ok again so that I could go home. He refused to come outside, but he stayed on the phone a while. Eventually, I felt ok enough to drive home. Sped the whole way. When I got home, my mom could tell from my aparent expression that something happened and she told me to just break up with him like she always does. Then, I paid for having that fettucini... Let's just say my toilet now looks like an ass exploded within...
And that was my day. Yay.
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And that was my day. Yay.
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