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So. This weekend.
I started off with a grand mall. Reality check if you will. But not so much.
I decided to downsize my friends. Not putting up with peoples bullshit.
I cut quite a lot. And made it apparent to a certain few.
They don't listen. I'm done.
Tired of being flaked on and fucking fucked the fuck over.
I almost got in my car today and just started driving north. Figured I could live in my car and spange while getting a job and a place to live. I don't care for this place or these people anymore. And they don't care for me.
I'm on my own.
Well, Michael and I have gotten a lot closer recently because we are in the same boat.
But I still get pissed at him.
Anywho, Friday night I saw Jason and Danny and Justin. I hadn't seen them for at least 6 weeks.
I missed them. It was awesome.
We drank 40's in a basement that wasn't even 5 ft. tall. And passed out there. Apparently I broke a shotglass cause I rule.
Saturday I went to some party in RSM. Everyone was like 15.
Except for the lil creepy tweeker girl. She was fourteen. Jesus.
It was a kegger but it had straight teeny bopper cups. Yay for 4 oz. beer cups. *blinks*
Plenty of Jim Beam, n Morgans.
Bob stole vodka and attempted to steal the keg.
Saw a lot of people from my old high school I hadn't seen in years.
After that went to Bobby T.'s house in LF. He has a straight crackhouse I swear.
Roaches crawling everywhere, no doors on the cuboards, stairway is all fucked up, and like 3 beds to a room.
Talked some shit. Threw bottles in a pool? Group effort.
As we left...Robert threw a planter from the doorway into the street then kicked it. As the guy from the house said thanks for stopping by. Hah. Wow.
Peter was passed out in the bed of his truck...got in his car and stalled it. So we blasted AC/DC in the driveway and danced and sang. Mind you it was 3 in the morning.
Peter=Too drunk to drive.
Took Peter, bob, Josh, Michael and me to Miguel's house. Drank some more.
Bob talked a lot of shit. I got pissed and yelled at him. Told him I hated his guts. I don't like being disrespected or seeing my friends being disrespected. You don't fuck with me.
I'm losing a lot of friends. But I don't really give a fuck.
Went to Deidrich's tonight with some mixed drinks. Some guy that always stares at me when I go there called me beautiful.
Went to Bob's mom's house after with michael. Awkward for a bit. Lightened up but everyone runs their mouth and I'm sick of it.
Much rather of been up at the mountain with the girls then deal with all that bullshit. But noooooo.
Yeah.
I started off with a grand mall. Reality check if you will. But not so much.
I decided to downsize my friends. Not putting up with peoples bullshit.
I cut quite a lot. And made it apparent to a certain few.
They don't listen. I'm done.
Tired of being flaked on and fucking fucked the fuck over.
I almost got in my car today and just started driving north. Figured I could live in my car and spange while getting a job and a place to live. I don't care for this place or these people anymore. And they don't care for me.
I'm on my own.
Well, Michael and I have gotten a lot closer recently because we are in the same boat.
But I still get pissed at him.
Anywho, Friday night I saw Jason and Danny and Justin. I hadn't seen them for at least 6 weeks.
I missed them. It was awesome.
We drank 40's in a basement that wasn't even 5 ft. tall. And passed out there. Apparently I broke a shotglass cause I rule.
Saturday I went to some party in RSM. Everyone was like 15.
Except for the lil creepy tweeker girl. She was fourteen. Jesus.
It was a kegger but it had straight teeny bopper cups. Yay for 4 oz. beer cups. *blinks*
Plenty of Jim Beam, n Morgans.
Bob stole vodka and attempted to steal the keg.
Saw a lot of people from my old high school I hadn't seen in years.
After that went to Bobby T.'s house in LF. He has a straight crackhouse I swear.
Roaches crawling everywhere, no doors on the cuboards, stairway is all fucked up, and like 3 beds to a room.
Talked some shit. Threw bottles in a pool? Group effort.
As we left...Robert threw a planter from the doorway into the street then kicked it. As the guy from the house said thanks for stopping by. Hah. Wow.
Peter was passed out in the bed of his truck...got in his car and stalled it. So we blasted AC/DC in the driveway and danced and sang. Mind you it was 3 in the morning.
Peter=Too drunk to drive.
Took Peter, bob, Josh, Michael and me to Miguel's house. Drank some more.
Bob talked a lot of shit. I got pissed and yelled at him. Told him I hated his guts. I don't like being disrespected or seeing my friends being disrespected. You don't fuck with me.
I'm losing a lot of friends. But I don't really give a fuck.
Went to Deidrich's tonight with some mixed drinks. Some guy that always stares at me when I go there called me beautiful.
Went to Bob's mom's house after with michael. Awkward for a bit. Lightened up but everyone runs their mouth and I'm sick of it.
Much rather of been up at the mountain with the girls then deal with all that bullshit. But noooooo.
Yeah.