i can officially pass a drug test.
i love being loved. dude this is hot shit.
dude riche changed his screensaver to say i love rose. yeah i have like 8 names. everyone on walt's side still call me oompa and then everyone in riche's immediate family calls me phoebe (it's a charmed thing-you wouldn't get it) cuz that is what he said my name was. and then he calls me all these rated r things. it's funny. lately it's been dicktease. hahaha.
i think i am happy now. except for the paul thing but he hasn't said anything since the night i flipped about the phone. it sucked. i definitely left and then riche found me on road 14 going to the river cuz that is where i go when i'm upset. then we got into this argument thing and i came back and i was pissed. smoked a whole pack of cigarettes that night, first time since like the summer. damn.
and i'm talking to my parents again. so ha. he thought he could get me down but whatever. so i need a phone and i'm good.
i have an interview at burger king tonight, christy wants me to work nights (obviously-you would know if you knew anything about what happens up there) but everyone else wants me to work days. hell no, not no 5-6 in the morning shit fuck that. and jenn doesn't want me working with riche at all cuz it doesn't work out. i tried to explain that this is not a kenille thing but she wouldn't get it. whatever. grrrr.
i miss my ringtones. i just bought one. damn. for riche of course. they finally got it. my song for it. listening to it right now. cuz i'm good like that, and i miss him.
eww he told viv to drive me to bk so i could talk to everyone up there, and i swear all they did was stare at me the whole time.
dude i kinda have this warm fuzzy feeling, i haven't had it since like 2004. it's nice. i thought i would never get it again. can't people be happy for me for once. damn.
i love this, he doesn't listen to any of the shit from bk about me. and trust me between lisa and the cocksucker and bryan there is a lot. but apparently they like me now, cuz of riche but yeah, if he even talks to me at all there is a plus cuz he doesn't talk to people he doesn't like. at all. and i got a key to his room before anyone else. ooh what did he say last night...."MY dvd player...MY tv, MY room, MY tits, MY pussy.." and it went on from there. i threw a pillow at him i think. i don't remember. seriously. it's great. really really great. like shit. if i never did anything with the cocksucker then i would have never met him, blah blah.
we were talking about that. he said he was all thinking how hot i was and all that stupid shit back when he got his phone. that was the day lisa was trying to hook me up with him, i was like, eww no, he's hot but he's creepy hell no. and i was kinda with the cocksucker then. well we were still engaged in sexual relations, whatever you want to call that. eww. and then all that shit when i was in depression extreme and riche was here like every day and he saw it and i swear he screamed at me every day to get the fuck up and get the fuck over it. at which point i grabbed some form of alcohol and proceeded to drink it all. at once. and then we would sit there and talk and talk and i could say whatever i wanted without crying and it was kinda great. i haven't cried since i stopped smoking weed, unless you count when i bawled my eyes out watching titanic...(he cried too so i don't feel bad) and the other night with the phone. it was crazy all i wanted was a blunt and i swear it dragged me back like a month. i seriously thought about it and then i seriously thought about how stupid that would be. put it this way: i love weed, but i love riche more and i am not about to lose him over a stupid plant. or a stupid child molester. or a stupid cocksucker.
oh we have to go to court on friday so i get to meet his ex fiancee. exciting. i said i would beat the shit out of her, he said fine, walt said no. so i won't. but i'll plot to kill her. cuz she fucked him over. bad. like michael did with me. i think his son might be there. i told my mom that he had a kid, she just looked at me. jesus it's not like he's living here or anything, and he's 21 anyway. at least he doesn't have 3 of them. grr.
gotta go, it's almost 3 and he's off and we have shit to do. peace.
dude riche changed his screensaver to say i love rose. yeah i have like 8 names. everyone on walt's side still call me oompa and then everyone in riche's immediate family calls me phoebe (it's a charmed thing-you wouldn't get it) cuz that is what he said my name was. and then he calls me all these rated r things. it's funny. lately it's been dicktease. hahaha.
i think i am happy now. except for the paul thing but he hasn't said anything since the night i flipped about the phone. it sucked. i definitely left and then riche found me on road 14 going to the river cuz that is where i go when i'm upset. then we got into this argument thing and i came back and i was pissed. smoked a whole pack of cigarettes that night, first time since like the summer. damn.
and i'm talking to my parents again. so ha. he thought he could get me down but whatever. so i need a phone and i'm good.
i have an interview at burger king tonight, christy wants me to work nights (obviously-you would know if you knew anything about what happens up there) but everyone else wants me to work days. hell no, not no 5-6 in the morning shit fuck that. and jenn doesn't want me working with riche at all cuz it doesn't work out. i tried to explain that this is not a kenille thing but she wouldn't get it. whatever. grrrr.
i miss my ringtones. i just bought one. damn. for riche of course. they finally got it. my song for it. listening to it right now. cuz i'm good like that, and i miss him.
eww he told viv to drive me to bk so i could talk to everyone up there, and i swear all they did was stare at me the whole time.
dude i kinda have this warm fuzzy feeling, i haven't had it since like 2004. it's nice. i thought i would never get it again. can't people be happy for me for once. damn.
i love this, he doesn't listen to any of the shit from bk about me. and trust me between lisa and the cocksucker and bryan there is a lot. but apparently they like me now, cuz of riche but yeah, if he even talks to me at all there is a plus cuz he doesn't talk to people he doesn't like. at all. and i got a key to his room before anyone else. ooh what did he say last night...."MY dvd player...MY tv, MY room, MY tits, MY pussy.." and it went on from there. i threw a pillow at him i think. i don't remember. seriously. it's great. really really great. like shit. if i never did anything with the cocksucker then i would have never met him, blah blah.
we were talking about that. he said he was all thinking how hot i was and all that stupid shit back when he got his phone. that was the day lisa was trying to hook me up with him, i was like, eww no, he's hot but he's creepy hell no. and i was kinda with the cocksucker then. well we were still engaged in sexual relations, whatever you want to call that. eww. and then all that shit when i was in depression extreme and riche was here like every day and he saw it and i swear he screamed at me every day to get the fuck up and get the fuck over it. at which point i grabbed some form of alcohol and proceeded to drink it all. at once. and then we would sit there and talk and talk and i could say whatever i wanted without crying and it was kinda great. i haven't cried since i stopped smoking weed, unless you count when i bawled my eyes out watching titanic...(he cried too so i don't feel bad) and the other night with the phone. it was crazy all i wanted was a blunt and i swear it dragged me back like a month. i seriously thought about it and then i seriously thought about how stupid that would be. put it this way: i love weed, but i love riche more and i am not about to lose him over a stupid plant. or a stupid child molester. or a stupid cocksucker.
oh we have to go to court on friday so i get to meet his ex fiancee. exciting. i said i would beat the shit out of her, he said fine, walt said no. so i won't. but i'll plot to kill her. cuz she fucked him over. bad. like michael did with me. i think his son might be there. i told my mom that he had a kid, she just looked at me. jesus it's not like he's living here or anything, and he's 21 anyway. at least he doesn't have 3 of them. grr.
gotta go, it's almost 3 and he's off and we have shit to do. peace.