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I got a job interview tomarrow! Yay! For Best Buy :) I really hope I get it, all I can say is DISCOUNTS!!! :P
If I do though, I wont be able to go see my Dennis. Well lets see, have a job, or go watch Dennis get fucked up. Spend five days getting drunk and watching him get fucked up and me myself getting wasted, or have a job and get a new g ryde and be able to start school and get my place....Go play with crackpipes in Cali, or get my shit together...mmmmm hard decision *L*
I love D-tard to death, but its best this way. I can finally get my shit together without him around. And by the time he comes back, who knows. Mabey Ill smarten up and fall out of love with him. Now that Ive quit laying in bed all day crying and worring about him, and hes not around to drag me out every night and get drunk and slap me around, I actually have the chance to - hey! - not be an alchoholic druggy fuck up?
I do love him though. I miss him so much. But this is better right? It hurts that hes gone, but this is how its supposed to be for now...
I mean, its only 3 months, right? Yet alot could happen in 3 months. Mabey Ill actually meet some new striking Bam Margera look -a- like that isnt a 28 year old drug addicted broke ass? Aw, look at me talking shit, I shouldnt do that, I still love him, for who he is, not for what he has...well mabey just a little in the pants *L*
Seriously though, besides pills, Ive been sober (of alchohol) since Saturday, and all that Captin Morgan and Southern Comfort must of really made my head foggy, because now Im seeing things better, and feeling better.
Dennis calls me the other day. Heres how that went.
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*Smello?*
*Hello? Angie?*
*Hey Muffinpants!*
*Whats up baby girl?*
*Not much, how are you! I miss you!*
*Good, you know, hanging out. We got our apartment!*
*Awsome! I want to come see you babe!*
*Yeah baby you can come see me!*
*What are you doing? You sound fucked up, what are you on?*
*Huh? Uhhh...*
*I can tell your on somethin', what are you doin?*
*Non'ya...*
Ok, I could tell by the way he was talking, and from that response, H.
*oOo ok....so what are you doing tonight?*
*Bout to get some crack. Hey, we just pulled up to the place, let me call you back baby*
Oh geez thanks for making time to call me on your way to the crack house! I really appreciate it!
Seriously, I love him, but I dont love him doing this to himself. Partying is partying, if you want to bump some rails and smoke some dank on the weekends or whutever, then whatever. But this is a daily thing with him. And with him so far away right now, I cant help him. I want nothing better than for him to get off all this mess, because hes such a great person. But I guess like Usher says, I just gotta let it burn. For now.
Im kinda burnt out right now, I took the dog and Beth's kid Natori to the park for awhile, so I was constantly chasing something or someone around. Im gonna go take a little nap. Nite!
If I do though, I wont be able to go see my Dennis. Well lets see, have a job, or go watch Dennis get fucked up. Spend five days getting drunk and watching him get fucked up and me myself getting wasted, or have a job and get a new g ryde and be able to start school and get my place....Go play with crackpipes in Cali, or get my shit together...mmmmm hard decision *L*
I love D-tard to death, but its best this way. I can finally get my shit together without him around. And by the time he comes back, who knows. Mabey Ill smarten up and fall out of love with him. Now that Ive quit laying in bed all day crying and worring about him, and hes not around to drag me out every night and get drunk and slap me around, I actually have the chance to - hey! - not be an alchoholic druggy fuck up?
I do love him though. I miss him so much. But this is better right? It hurts that hes gone, but this is how its supposed to be for now...
I mean, its only 3 months, right? Yet alot could happen in 3 months. Mabey Ill actually meet some new striking Bam Margera look -a- like that isnt a 28 year old drug addicted broke ass? Aw, look at me talking shit, I shouldnt do that, I still love him, for who he is, not for what he has...well mabey just a little in the pants *L*
Seriously though, besides pills, Ive been sober (of alchohol) since Saturday, and all that Captin Morgan and Southern Comfort must of really made my head foggy, because now Im seeing things better, and feeling better.
Dennis calls me the other day. Heres how that went.
,br>
*Smello?*
*Hello? Angie?*
*Hey Muffinpants!*
*Whats up baby girl?*
*Not much, how are you! I miss you!*
*Good, you know, hanging out. We got our apartment!*
*Awsome! I want to come see you babe!*
*Yeah baby you can come see me!*
*What are you doing? You sound fucked up, what are you on?*
*Huh? Uhhh...*
*I can tell your on somethin', what are you doin?*
*Non'ya...*
Ok, I could tell by the way he was talking, and from that response, H.
*oOo ok....so what are you doing tonight?*
*Bout to get some crack. Hey, we just pulled up to the place, let me call you back baby*
Oh geez thanks for making time to call me on your way to the crack house! I really appreciate it!
Seriously, I love him, but I dont love him doing this to himself. Partying is partying, if you want to bump some rails and smoke some dank on the weekends or whutever, then whatever. But this is a daily thing with him. And with him so far away right now, I cant help him. I want nothing better than for him to get off all this mess, because hes such a great person. But I guess like Usher says, I just gotta let it burn. For now.
Im kinda burnt out right now, I took the dog and Beth's kid Natori to the park for awhile, so I was constantly chasing something or someone around. Im gonna go take a little nap. Nite!