gah...i hate beer. and bowling. and boys.
ok. i havent written in this thing in exactly 42.6 years....but now that ive successfully drank two pitchers of beer by myself, i figured i should write some shit down. essentially, 2007 was hands down the most horrific year of my life. my boyfriend of 4 years got some chick pregnant and said chick birthed and a being that was half-him achieved existence so.....that sucked and yeah so we broke up (shock) there are some way more gorey details but at least i got out of out with only some fractured ribs, a shitty scar under my eye (thank the god lord jesus christ for mederma), and a tattoo that says "i love you" on my wrist. yes, im aware that i all of those things sound ultra fucked but trust me, i got wayyyyyy lucky to some degree. i have some small shred of sanity left, hoorah. so, did i mention i nailed like a million people in 2007 as well as having a kind of girlfriend? now thats what i call a legit psychotic break. so, essentially, im absolutely horrified of relationships, dating, whatev...and i re-met a boy, total blast from the past sitch...and i think hes like my kind of boyfriend now? but he didnt return either of my drunk texts so im kinda hoping he smoked too much pot and passed out. or he just changed his mind about the whole situation. ugh. tell me to fuck off. im gonna pass out now. bring on the sweat pants.