I read a lot of old livejournal entries in creative writing today.
Posted May 18, 2004
"Dear Boyfriend,
You are mean, smelly, fat, gay, slutty, and dumb. You should take your ugly ring back.
--It's important to note that I eljay-cut this with a "jay slash kay."--
I am extremely bored of studying for la clase de espanol. It is almost time to eat fajitas. I wish you were here to laugh at me, and clean me up after I spill fajita juice all over myself. I miss you a whole lot.
I am sorry that the last time we saw each other that I was a buttface for most of the time. I am glad we worked everything out. I am very in love with you. THAT'S WHY I BREAK YOUR HEART. :-)
<33 Girlfriend"
My mom actually forced me to give his class ring back. She said it made her "nervous." I think that implied that she thought I was going to have gratuitous sex. That whole thing hadn't actually happened yet. In fact, at this point in our relationship as boyfriend-girlfriend, Richie didn't really get much of any.
Posted June 7, 2004
"Oh dear God please...
Someone has to come work at St. Vincent De Paul with me...every time I try to go, Jaxxie and I end up going somewhere and doing something naughty. Naughty=good when you DON'T have 45 hours to do in seven days....."
I don't remember if Richie actually got all the forty five hours. I know he struck a deal with the coordinator. But, at some point I think he gave up. Together we worked at least twenty hours. But, I guess we spent another twenty hours doing other things. This entry totally made me uncomfortable at the time. And, I was really pissed that he wrote it. Now, it's just funny.
Ah, the memories. Now, that I can stand Richie without wanting to cry, I feel really weird when he calls me ex-girlfriend instead of best friend. I usually don't refer to him as ex-boyfriend in conversation just because most people don't quite understand that.
Plus, other boys are absolutely terrified that he's going to kick the shit out of them even if they won't admit it. Rightfully so though. He's told me before that no matter what state we were in (including a certain other pretty girl whom I've grown to love--ASHLEY HARPER), he would kill for us.
I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that I don't hate him anymore. I need him there in my life and he needs me. We keep each other level, seriously. This boy will be my best friend no matter where life takes me.
Me? Driving? People are going to die. I expect a death rate of at least three people, maybe more. Who wants to teach me how to drive?