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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARA LYNN!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOUR HEART IS ALWAYS AS
BIG AS YOUR SMILES AND WHEN YOU ARE SAD THE WORLD STOP TURNING. YOU ARE
SO BRIGHT, CAPABLE, FORGIVING, UNDERSTANDING, NOT JUDGEMENTAL AND
WILLING TO BEFRIEND ANYONE, ESPECIALLY IN TIMES WHERE THEY NEED IT THE
MOST. AND WHEN I SAY THEY, I MEAN ME. I LOVE YOU!!!!! YOURE A BIG GIRL
NOW!!! =)
my boyfriend likes to take me to sketchy bath houses, then a place called lusty lady afterwards. fucken eh, i know im into that kind of stuff, but im not a guy. like the other day i took him to a strip club, danced for him and hoped he'd let it all out there, but hes such a fuck knob. sometimes, he doesnt know when to distinguish the difference in a friend and a girlfriend. that is the kind of shit you do with your friends. i swear to god, he is gay and he thinks im his hag.
i am so jaded, confused, in love and wanting to effing kill him right now. he is so considerate, he is always thinking of me before anything and i get upset when he does like shit like the aforementioned above, but he always brings up guys i used to date saying he will never amount to them and blah blah blah, when in fact, they will never amount to how much he does for me. i dont know how to tell him how much i love him, and when he says it back, its so hollow. i cannot help but think he doesnt know what the words i love you mean. i know what it means. im not sure he does. hes done so much better with everything, hes not checking out everything that walks anymore, although he picked up this really annoying habit from yours truly about seeing a designer handbag and asking me if its real. EVERY SINGLE ONE.
i dont even know what i am yammering about. this is so stupid. i honestly think he should go out and have sex with everysingle chick in seattle for a week then come back to know how lucky he is. then maybe, just maybe he will have the tact and the respect to stop suggesting stupid things like going to the lusty fucking lady.
i feel so horrible. fact is, i had such a great birthday. you guys know me and birthdays and halloweens. they suck. someone dies, someone threatens to get a divorce, my best friends either forget or M.I.A. and i get a call saying yay, happy birthday from people i havent talked to in months. whats the fucken point? but trig brought me flowers and extra crispy burrito lotion and took me out to a place i will never forget. i felt like an effing princess that day and i dont know how to thank him in words. i think about what i got him, all worthless material possessions and i feel like such a whore. i didnt get him a card b/c i didnt know what to write. how are you supposed to thank someone for being your friend, lover, support, entertainment, screw buddy, happiness. how are you supposed to convey those things into words?
im done, thanks for letting me rant, yall.
point: i love him despite the poo. the end.
AND TO THE FAGGOT THAT KEEPS LEAVING RUDE POSTS W/O A NAME. GET A FUCKEN LIFE. KEEP LEAVING ME COMMENTS AND SAYING FAGGOT THINGS LIKE "CIGGY" TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL BETTER. I SUGGEST SEX. OR AN EDUCATION. OR A JOB EVEN. GET ONE OF THOSE THOSE THINGS TO MAKE YOUR SORRY LIFE SEEM A LITTLE LESS PATHETIC. OR STAY HOLED UP AT YOUR HOUSE AND TYPE YOUR SORRY ASS LIFE AWAY. I AM FABULOUS, YOU ARE PROLLY FAT. I AM IN SEATTLE, YOU ARE PROLLY ELSEWHERE. I HAVE A HOT LIFE. YOU TYPE COMMENTS. HMM.....I LOOKS LIKE IM WINNING YOU FUCKING HERPES RIDDEN DUMBASS. IF YOU SAY SHIT AGAIN, LEAVE A NAME SO I KNOW WHO TO SPIT ON LATER WHEN YOU ARE COLLECTING THE TRASH AT MY HOUSE.
xo
my boyfriend likes to take me to sketchy bath houses, then a place called lusty lady afterwards. fucken eh, i know im into that kind of stuff, but im not a guy. like the other day i took him to a strip club, danced for him and hoped he'd let it all out there, but hes such a fuck knob. sometimes, he doesnt know when to distinguish the difference in a friend and a girlfriend. that is the kind of shit you do with your friends. i swear to god, he is gay and he thinks im his hag.
i am so jaded, confused, in love and wanting to effing kill him right now. he is so considerate, he is always thinking of me before anything and i get upset when he does like shit like the aforementioned above, but he always brings up guys i used to date saying he will never amount to them and blah blah blah, when in fact, they will never amount to how much he does for me. i dont know how to tell him how much i love him, and when he says it back, its so hollow. i cannot help but think he doesnt know what the words i love you mean. i know what it means. im not sure he does. hes done so much better with everything, hes not checking out everything that walks anymore, although he picked up this really annoying habit from yours truly about seeing a designer handbag and asking me if its real. EVERY SINGLE ONE.
i dont even know what i am yammering about. this is so stupid. i honestly think he should go out and have sex with everysingle chick in seattle for a week then come back to know how lucky he is. then maybe, just maybe he will have the tact and the respect to stop suggesting stupid things like going to the lusty fucking lady.
i feel so horrible. fact is, i had such a great birthday. you guys know me and birthdays and halloweens. they suck. someone dies, someone threatens to get a divorce, my best friends either forget or M.I.A. and i get a call saying yay, happy birthday from people i havent talked to in months. whats the fucken point? but trig brought me flowers and extra crispy burrito lotion and took me out to a place i will never forget. i felt like an effing princess that day and i dont know how to thank him in words. i think about what i got him, all worthless material possessions and i feel like such a whore. i didnt get him a card b/c i didnt know what to write. how are you supposed to thank someone for being your friend, lover, support, entertainment, screw buddy, happiness. how are you supposed to convey those things into words?
im done, thanks for letting me rant, yall.
point: i love him despite the poo. the end.
AND TO THE FAGGOT THAT KEEPS LEAVING RUDE POSTS W/O A NAME. GET A FUCKEN LIFE. KEEP LEAVING ME COMMENTS AND SAYING FAGGOT THINGS LIKE "CIGGY" TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL BETTER. I SUGGEST SEX. OR AN EDUCATION. OR A JOB EVEN. GET ONE OF THOSE THOSE THINGS TO MAKE YOUR SORRY LIFE SEEM A LITTLE LESS PATHETIC. OR STAY HOLED UP AT YOUR HOUSE AND TYPE YOUR SORRY ASS LIFE AWAY. I AM FABULOUS, YOU ARE PROLLY FAT. I AM IN SEATTLE, YOU ARE PROLLY ELSEWHERE. I HAVE A HOT LIFE. YOU TYPE COMMENTS. HMM.....I LOOKS LIKE IM WINNING YOU FUCKING HERPES RIDDEN DUMBASS. IF YOU SAY SHIT AGAIN, LEAVE A NAME SO I KNOW WHO TO SPIT ON LATER WHEN YOU ARE COLLECTING THE TRASH AT MY HOUSE.
xo