today

[sbl0unskch3d]

david broke up with me
and this is me sitting and complaining.

yeah i'm fucking sad, don't apologize.
not that anyone's reading this or anything.

all i want is for him to come back
blahblahblah
[insert destressed teenage mumbo jumbo here]

miles is advancing like a fucking roving male meercat.
and yes, i just made a refference to Meercat Manor.

it's all i have left.
blahblahblah

i went to a pumpkin patch with rand today.
after that we went to the old country something or other resteraunt for brunch
i picked up a job application
and now i might actually have to work.

my mom is making me go to church tomorrow morning.
or at least, is going to try to make me.
i won't.
i refuse.

speaking of my mom, on the computer desk, right in front of me, is a post-it note that my mom wrote on. it says:

tryan@madison.k12.wi.us ted ryan
1/9 assignments
(pre-calc) last 4
(nothing last chapter)
Jena Acker-204.3665
CALL DAVID'S MOM

it's good to know that my mom is my own personal fucking detective against me.
call david's mom?
what the fuck.

goodbye.

bitch.