birthday is ov.
So I had my birthday. Guess what Kevin got me? Nothing. A loan. I'm officially broke, and it may be crazy but I'm happy. I have a loser for a boyfriend, but he's my loser and I can't help but just want to be with him. I really love him journal, and I wish that I didn't. I may be groaning around in a little bit when I have no cable lights or a cell phone.. but today here I am. I've dealt with a lot, but I still just miss him when he isn't around and just ache for him. I see such a future with him. It's stupid. I'm stupid, and I make awful decisions.
Jackie came home, and by far got me my most favorite gift. COACH flip flops. I love and miss her so much, I'd rather have her here anyday than have some flip flops, but I was definetly stoked to get them. They are black and gorgeous. She'll be here in a month for kendra's shower, and I'm so glad.
I got a dent in my car, unfortunately. And Me Kendra and Whitney got money stolen on my birthday. It takes some kind of person to rob a birthday girl and 2 pregos. I hate drugs and pills. Hate it. I see how easily people get sucked into it all, it takes over before they even realize it. Wish they were never invented, or at least so easily distributed. It's like the doctors are just trying to kill people off.
I'm convinced the world's coming to an end. I got booted out of the children's church, and I'm fairly devasted over it. Those kids were the only things that actually made me feel like i was making a difference. I had a purpose for once, and now some judgemental people just ripped it away from me. I'm a good influence on those kids, regardless of how much wrong I've done. Oh well.
Kendra's getting close to baby time. I'm freaked out. I called almost everyone on her baby shower list today, and I'm super stoked about the shower and actually the baby. I'm so glad that Joel is being better. One prayer on my list answered.
I'm nervous about my Daddy. I really hope things work out with that because I love that man so very much. I wish I had a genie.
Michael didn't text me for my birthday, I was honestly surprised but I'm glad I'm finally over him. Over it. 4 years wasted, but I learned a lot and he really did take care of me. I'm glad I have given myself the ability to take care of myself... and my boyfriend. Independent was my theme song... still is I suppose. Minus the 2 jobs. Akita's enough.
I'll quit rambling. Peace.