it makes us feel like we are needed...
marilyn manson is my lover.
still no baby. >:o|
i can't get my mailbox open. it is stuck. :/
like i said. sean called me yesterday.
wanted to see me.
told cunt that i was at the beach all week.
so she wouldn't think he was with me.
what are they going to do when the baby is born?
lie to see his daughter?
and she will flip everytime he will want to come see her?
i duno.
argh.
i hate people. i really do.
but like i said.
stupid me.
lets him come over.
just because i don't want to be alone.
:/
Your Baby:
She's reached her birth weight (typically between 6 and 9 pounds) and length (18 to 22 inches), and all systems are go! Since only about 5 percent of women give birth on their due date, baby could be making her appearance at any moment. Labor may begin in several ways: mild cramps (the most common scenario), a painless trickle of straw-colored fluid caused by the rupture of the amniotic sac, or a scheduled induction or cesarean section.
helloooooooooo>!@#>! where are you !>@#!@#!*@#)??????
back to joel.
bought him a card.
cuz im a dork.
after seeing him.
but it's so cute.
i shall type what it says.
ON FRONT:
My Miss You Diary
A short Journal I've Been Keeping Since We've Been Apart.
For Your Eyes Only.
*open it* lalalala...
FIRST PAGE:
Day 1:
I feel so alone...
so horribly alone.
The pit of despair consumes me.
Day is now night; a dark shadow looms over me, and I am overcome with grief.
I can't believe we've been apart only 10 minutes.
*turn page*
DAY 2:
was up all night thinking of you.
tried counting sheep, but they all had your head.
gave up at 4,628.
wasn't myself at work today.
NOTE: wear underwear tomorrow. underneath
*turn page*
DAY 3:
so lonely.
went to the store to clear my head.
there was a sale on whipped cream and body oil.
I NEED YOU!
*turn page*
DAY 4:
wahhhhhhhhh (sniff)
wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh(choke, sniffle)
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
DAY 5:
need...you...must...hold...on...
(pretty pathetic, ain't i?)
*turn page*
DAY 6:
IDEA!!!
mail myself in large overnight crate!!
DAY 7:
Things to do today:
1. miss you
2. want you
3. need you
4. think of you
5. do laundry
(hey just because i'm all alone doesn't mean i gotta small).
6. dream of you
*turn page*
DAY 8:
Idea: mail this diary to you so you'll know how utterly lost and alone and incomplete i am without you!
and it has pictures on each page that look drawn
to match the words and stuff.
yes i know i am a dork.
oh well.
someone needs to scan my hanson pictures...
bleh.
i guess i'll go now.
xoxoxo
still no baby. >:o|
i can't get my mailbox open. it is stuck. :/
like i said. sean called me yesterday.
wanted to see me.
told cunt that i was at the beach all week.
so she wouldn't think he was with me.
what are they going to do when the baby is born?
lie to see his daughter?
and she will flip everytime he will want to come see her?
i duno.
argh.
i hate people. i really do.
but like i said.
stupid me.
lets him come over.
just because i don't want to be alone.
:/
Your Baby:
She's reached her birth weight (typically between 6 and 9 pounds) and length (18 to 22 inches), and all systems are go! Since only about 5 percent of women give birth on their due date, baby could be making her appearance at any moment. Labor may begin in several ways: mild cramps (the most common scenario), a painless trickle of straw-colored fluid caused by the rupture of the amniotic sac, or a scheduled induction or cesarean section.
helloooooooooo>!@#>! where are you !>@#!@#!*@#)??????
back to joel.
bought him a card.
cuz im a dork.
after seeing him.
but it's so cute.
i shall type what it says.
ON FRONT:
My Miss You Diary
A short Journal I've Been Keeping Since We've Been Apart.
For Your Eyes Only.
*open it* lalalala...
FIRST PAGE:
Day 1:
I feel so alone...
so horribly alone.
The pit of despair consumes me.
Day is now night; a dark shadow looms over me, and I am overcome with grief.
I can't believe we've been apart only 10 minutes.
*turn page*
DAY 2:
was up all night thinking of you.
tried counting sheep, but they all had your head.
gave up at 4,628.
wasn't myself at work today.
NOTE: wear underwear tomorrow. underneath
*turn page*
DAY 3:
so lonely.
went to the store to clear my head.
there was a sale on whipped cream and body oil.
I NEED YOU!
*turn page*
DAY 4:
wahhhhhhhhh (sniff)
wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh(choke, sniffle)
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
DAY 5:
need...you...must...hold...on...
(pretty pathetic, ain't i?)
*turn page*
DAY 6:
IDEA!!!
mail myself in large overnight crate!!
DAY 7:
Things to do today:
1. miss you
2. want you
3. need you
4. think of you
5. do laundry
(hey just because i'm all alone doesn't mean i gotta small).
6. dream of you
*turn page*
DAY 8:
Idea: mail this diary to you so you'll know how utterly lost and alone and incomplete i am without you!
and it has pictures on each page that look drawn
to match the words and stuff.
yes i know i am a dork.
oh well.
someone needs to scan my hanson pictures...
bleh.
i guess i'll go now.
xoxoxo