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Today's fucking suck. I miss Mike.. like.. way too much. You guys just don't know how much he rules.
Melanie's friend Alex came the other day. He's pretty alright. Patti bought us beer today.. I was feeling alright earlier.. then I talked to Mike & I got all depressed. That butthead better fucking move down here soon. Ugh, god. I miss him so much.
Kristen called me the other day to tell me that Paul asked for my number because he randomly was coming down to Florida. I didn't hang out with him. I couldn't. I'm not in love with him. I thought I was. I'm not... it was a huge mistake. What I have now is love, it's nothing compared to Paul.
Man, I hate when people try to be all deep in their entries to try & impress people. Like.. you don't talk like that. Just quit it.
I'm in such a weird mood.. probably because I'm sort of buzzed & about to pass out, but you know whatever. GOD I MISS MIKE. What a mother fucker. Stupid Melanie & Alex are making out right next to me. Does it not like.. weird you out when your friends are making out right next to you & you're not making out with anyone? I don't know like.. how to react to it. I don't know.
I kind of want to go home.. but not. I just want fucking MICHAEL to move back down here. For the time being while he's getting his shit together in Maryland though, I do want to go home. There's nothing to do here. It's real boring. Sure the house is real nice & awesome & something out of magazine or whatever.. but like. I'm used to a trashed house with my mom & hanging out with retard punks & getting drunk all the time. It's too like... Brady Bunch here, it's dumb. My dad sometimes, I feel, doesn't want me to be here. But I don't know.
hahah. earlier. when i was drunk... patti made spaghetti, & i was fucking like.. so buzzed & i picked my spaghetti up with my hands & rubbed it in my face. & then like.. i went & changed, but couldn't find my pajama shit, so i put on the most random clothes to go into the bathroom & get my other clothes. like.. wtf. & then melanie just randomly had ranch & salad all over her. she loves salad. she can't get enough of it. & alex was totally making fun of us the whole time.
OH DUDE. & then like.. my dad was trying to be all super cool while i was drunk & he was FREAKING ME OUT. He was all, "HEY GUYS!" & melanie & i were so fuckign scared. he was fucking creeping me out. i was all thinking in my head, "why is he so scary right now? like, wow that's ugly."
but it's funny now.
man, but yesterday was fucking hilarious. we went to the beach & we were all stuck in between these rocks & this fucking FISH just jumps on my boogie board & is just flopping around while i'm screaming on the top of my lungs all "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD GET OFF." it was so funny. but i guess you had to be there.
Whatever. Here's some pictures from earlier.
Melanie's friend Alex came the other day. He's pretty alright. Patti bought us beer today.. I was feeling alright earlier.. then I talked to Mike & I got all depressed. That butthead better fucking move down here soon. Ugh, god. I miss him so much.
Kristen called me the other day to tell me that Paul asked for my number because he randomly was coming down to Florida. I didn't hang out with him. I couldn't. I'm not in love with him. I thought I was. I'm not... it was a huge mistake. What I have now is love, it's nothing compared to Paul.
Man, I hate when people try to be all deep in their entries to try & impress people. Like.. you don't talk like that. Just quit it.
I'm in such a weird mood.. probably because I'm sort of buzzed & about to pass out, but you know whatever. GOD I MISS MIKE. What a mother fucker. Stupid Melanie & Alex are making out right next to me. Does it not like.. weird you out when your friends are making out right next to you & you're not making out with anyone? I don't know like.. how to react to it. I don't know.
I kind of want to go home.. but not. I just want fucking MICHAEL to move back down here. For the time being while he's getting his shit together in Maryland though, I do want to go home. There's nothing to do here. It's real boring. Sure the house is real nice & awesome & something out of magazine or whatever.. but like. I'm used to a trashed house with my mom & hanging out with retard punks & getting drunk all the time. It's too like... Brady Bunch here, it's dumb. My dad sometimes, I feel, doesn't want me to be here. But I don't know.
hahah. earlier. when i was drunk... patti made spaghetti, & i was fucking like.. so buzzed & i picked my spaghetti up with my hands & rubbed it in my face. & then like.. i went & changed, but couldn't find my pajama shit, so i put on the most random clothes to go into the bathroom & get my other clothes. like.. wtf. & then melanie just randomly had ranch & salad all over her. she loves salad. she can't get enough of it. & alex was totally making fun of us the whole time.
OH DUDE. & then like.. my dad was trying to be all super cool while i was drunk & he was FREAKING ME OUT. He was all, "HEY GUYS!" & melanie & i were so fuckign scared. he was fucking creeping me out. i was all thinking in my head, "why is he so scary right now? like, wow that's ugly."
but it's funny now.
man, but yesterday was fucking hilarious. we went to the beach & we were all stuck in between these rocks & this fucking FISH just jumps on my boogie board & is just flopping around while i'm screaming on the top of my lungs all "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD GET OFF." it was so funny. but i guess you had to be there.
Whatever. Here's some pictures from earlier.