..we were born to fuck each other one way or another..
i'm home at my dad's again. follow up to follow up appointment with the grumpy oral surgeon. i guess if i had to smell peoples breath all day i wouldn't be peachy keen or anything.
.yesterday.
i had my dad pick me up since the fucking greyhound employees blow dick at their jobs. then on to my appointment...then my sister picked me up and we went to my mom's house for dinner. good times. chicken pie. sweet potato. corn bread. you don't fuck with that. then brian and i came home and hung out. glamour shots. word up. i fell asleep watching anchorman for the 50th time.
.today.
i slept until 3:30pm for god knows what reason. i was in bed by midnight. i guess i needed the rest from the other night i didn't get any sleep. i went out to dinner at el castillo grande with mom and brian. then we went out to my mom's and played sequence for like 2 hours. fun stuff. then brandon picked me up and went out to lakewood. picked up his friend mark, that coincidentally i met at dance.com when i was like 15 years old. i used to party at his apartment on w. 98th and denison back in the day. he was friends with little tony stover. totally random. anyhow. then i went back to brandon's and watched smallville with him...and now i'm home. and i can't sleep. blah. nor can i find the t.v. remote.
random shit.
i feel cold.
i had 2 drinks and i feel pukey.
maybe it was the donuts and iced hazelnut latte.
i hate dirt.
i feel like i've been used as a physical outlet.
i hate emotions.
i want to get rid of smalls in the worst way.
i miss living at home.
i'm not spooning with anyone anymore...unless you're my boyfriend.
i don't want a boyfriend.
i want an ex boyfriend.
bad idea. bad idea.
ugggggggggghhh.......it is still there. i can see it.
it was that stupid scared to touch my hand thing... ughh.
i must go to bed.
i hope i get to hangout again tomorrow.
.yesterday.
i had my dad pick me up since the fucking greyhound employees blow dick at their jobs. then on to my appointment...then my sister picked me up and we went to my mom's house for dinner. good times. chicken pie. sweet potato. corn bread. you don't fuck with that. then brian and i came home and hung out. glamour shots. word up. i fell asleep watching anchorman for the 50th time.
.today.
i slept until 3:30pm for god knows what reason. i was in bed by midnight. i guess i needed the rest from the other night i didn't get any sleep. i went out to dinner at el castillo grande with mom and brian. then we went out to my mom's and played sequence for like 2 hours. fun stuff. then brandon picked me up and went out to lakewood. picked up his friend mark, that coincidentally i met at dance.com when i was like 15 years old. i used to party at his apartment on w. 98th and denison back in the day. he was friends with little tony stover. totally random. anyhow. then i went back to brandon's and watched smallville with him...and now i'm home. and i can't sleep. blah. nor can i find the t.v. remote.
random shit.
i feel cold.
i had 2 drinks and i feel pukey.
maybe it was the donuts and iced hazelnut latte.
i hate dirt.
i feel like i've been used as a physical outlet.
i hate emotions.
i want to get rid of smalls in the worst way.
i miss living at home.
i'm not spooning with anyone anymore...unless you're my boyfriend.
i don't want a boyfriend.
i want an ex boyfriend.
bad idea. bad idea.
ugggggggggghhh.......it is still there. i can see it.
it was that stupid scared to touch my hand thing... ughh.
i must go to bed.
i hope i get to hangout again tomorrow.