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Today sucked! It was horrible. Started out with me waking up at 10 after 7. An hour late. I made it to school on time, but I was unshowered and in minimal make up. I hate feeling unpretty. I had the brutal realization that tomorrow is JT's last day. I cried a little. She's my homie. I'm her Rizzle. She's my Tizzle, my #1 Nizzle and that's for shizzle....awww!!!!
THEN, I go to get stuff to decorate for Nat's birthday and one of her balloons popped as soon as I put it in the car. Shitty. As I'm trying to descretely sneak the party favors into the apt. Nat pulls up! Talk about bad timing! Work was crap. Slow as shit and then as soon as we cut somebody, BAM! The rush hits. All my customers were shitty and rude.
* Old as fuck, depends wearing, banana shake drinking, chili eating, rude as hell cock suckers can fuk-ov!
* Sour cunt, ugly bitches may also fuk-ov!
I guess this bad day is inevitable(sp?) considering that yesterday was great and the weekend was good.
Yesterday, my homies Melissa and Zake went shopping with me. I had the honor of popping Zake's Millenia Mall cherry. I bought some cute tops and some sexy panties.
I started tanning again yesterday.
Friday, ha! Friday night, crazy! Myself, Hayli, Howard and TJ Libby got really drunk, hung out in a cow pasture, and made out with each other like crazy. Hayli molested me hard core. I made an idiot of myself again and confessed my undying love for Howard, which was denied as always, and ended up crying in the middle of the rode. I made an insane phone call to Rick Jones telling him I wanted to fuck him until the bed breaks, fuck him until my pussy aches. He played this message for me and just about everyone in our class. (Adding to the list of shit I will NEVER live down!)
I found out from Doc. B. I have to get my cyst surgically removed. Sucks! I freaked out thinking I'm going to miss too much school and work and that I would fail and get fired. I was already upset when the phone rings and some bill collector asked to speak to my dad. I had to inform her that he was "deceased" which was then proceeded by me collapsing to the floor, hugging my dog, and having yet another crying fit.
That about wraps it up for now. Tomorrow is Beb's B-day. Thursday is Halloween Horror nights. Friday is the B-day party. Saturday I work over night. Sunday I work and have to drive home. Monday I go to another Doctor about my wrist and I get my hair done. Busy, busy.
THEN, I go to get stuff to decorate for Nat's birthday and one of her balloons popped as soon as I put it in the car. Shitty. As I'm trying to descretely sneak the party favors into the apt. Nat pulls up! Talk about bad timing! Work was crap. Slow as shit and then as soon as we cut somebody, BAM! The rush hits. All my customers were shitty and rude.
* Old as fuck, depends wearing, banana shake drinking, chili eating, rude as hell cock suckers can fuk-ov!
* Sour cunt, ugly bitches may also fuk-ov!
I guess this bad day is inevitable(sp?) considering that yesterday was great and the weekend was good.
Yesterday, my homies Melissa and Zake went shopping with me. I had the honor of popping Zake's Millenia Mall cherry. I bought some cute tops and some sexy panties.
I started tanning again yesterday.
Friday, ha! Friday night, crazy! Myself, Hayli, Howard and TJ Libby got really drunk, hung out in a cow pasture, and made out with each other like crazy. Hayli molested me hard core. I made an idiot of myself again and confessed my undying love for Howard, which was denied as always, and ended up crying in the middle of the rode. I made an insane phone call to Rick Jones telling him I wanted to fuck him until the bed breaks, fuck him until my pussy aches. He played this message for me and just about everyone in our class. (Adding to the list of shit I will NEVER live down!)
I found out from Doc. B. I have to get my cyst surgically removed. Sucks! I freaked out thinking I'm going to miss too much school and work and that I would fail and get fired. I was already upset when the phone rings and some bill collector asked to speak to my dad. I had to inform her that he was "deceased" which was then proceeded by me collapsing to the floor, hugging my dog, and having yet another crying fit.
That about wraps it up for now. Tomorrow is Beb's B-day. Thursday is Halloween Horror nights. Friday is the B-day party. Saturday I work over night. Sunday I work and have to drive home. Monday I go to another Doctor about my wrist and I get my hair done. Busy, busy.