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Uh! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Uh! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom! I fucked your boyfriend! I fucked your man! Boom! I fucked your boyfriend! He stuck it in!!!! ~ this is dedicated to squint eyed ugly bitch! ~
Alrighty, so here we go! Now that the Bday weekend is over and I was able to reveal the horrible truth to Mel Blais, Saturday morning I woke up NOT so lucky. *hint *hint (Mel, I know it would have been shitty for you to find out that kind of info via LJ.)
THE B-DAY weekend of one Melanie Dana Blais: FRIDAY - Club Paris. Down grade! Seriously, who enforces the kicking out of under age drinkers policy anyways!?! BIG *F* to U stupid security guard! SATURDAY - party. Gothed out to the n-th degree. SUNDAY - Disney. I actually got to see Tinker Bell fly this time! Like I said, I can die happy now! MONDAY - tattoos were in the plans, but due to some complications were a no happen. Mel did however manage to get multiple ink spots today.
Getting back to my misfortune. Early Sat morning after the club, I caved to my stupid emotions. I ended up hanging out with him and of course had to have one last fling before he Grey Hounded it up to OH. I don't get him though! He all the sudden wants to act like he's in love with me? Like he's going to get his shit together while he's up there and like come back and sweep me off my feet? He starts calling and emailing me??? WTF? x's like a million! I wasn't really sad when he said bye, but I was extremely exhausted, kinda still buzzed, and not thinking clearly at all. I've sort of been getting little spurts of missing him, but nothing major. All this shit he has said before. I think he's been trying to get his "shit together" ever since he left the womb! Since I saw him last Thursday, he's been in contact with me every day. Every day until today when he said he would get more minutes on his phone and call. Nope! Whatever. I'm not suprised. Typical.
Alrighty, so here we go! Now that the Bday weekend is over and I was able to reveal the horrible truth to Mel Blais, Saturday morning I woke up NOT so lucky. *hint *hint (Mel, I know it would have been shitty for you to find out that kind of info via LJ.)
THE B-DAY weekend of one Melanie Dana Blais: FRIDAY - Club Paris. Down grade! Seriously, who enforces the kicking out of under age drinkers policy anyways!?! BIG *F* to U stupid security guard! SATURDAY - party. Gothed out to the n-th degree. SUNDAY - Disney. I actually got to see Tinker Bell fly this time! Like I said, I can die happy now! MONDAY - tattoos were in the plans, but due to some complications were a no happen. Mel did however manage to get multiple ink spots today.
Getting back to my misfortune. Early Sat morning after the club, I caved to my stupid emotions. I ended up hanging out with him and of course had to have one last fling before he Grey Hounded it up to OH. I don't get him though! He all the sudden wants to act like he's in love with me? Like he's going to get his shit together while he's up there and like come back and sweep me off my feet? He starts calling and emailing me??? WTF? x's like a million! I wasn't really sad when he said bye, but I was extremely exhausted, kinda still buzzed, and not thinking clearly at all. I've sort of been getting little spurts of missing him, but nothing major. All this shit he has said before. I think he's been trying to get his "shit together" ever since he left the womb! Since I saw him last Thursday, he's been in contact with me every day. Every day until today when he said he would get more minutes on his phone and call. Nope! Whatever. I'm not suprised. Typical.