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We saw Billy Ray at Uno's.
It was spectacular!
I was only groped once. But we did focus on my boobies for a bit.
I really don't think they're that big. Hm.
I love seeing my YB girls.
Even when we don't see each other for so fucking long, we can get together and laugh until we can't breathe. And it feels like no time has passed since we last hung out. Carazy.
I told my mom I'd spend the night at her place tonight. But I'm at my dad's.
And I'm in my pjs. My bed looks nice and comfy. Better than the couch at mom's.
She'll be pissed if I don't drag my ass over there. Blah. Blah I say!
*shakes fist*
I like playing with duct tape, and attempting to rip out people's arm hairs with it.
Messing with creepy drunken men is funny.
I miss her already. Yeah. I'm lame. Whatever.
I hope our soccer games get moved to a closer field. Driving out to Golf Links sucks.
I hope someone will actually come see me play sometime. It'd be nice to hear cheers for me coming from the sidelines. It's been a while.
My dad comes home tomorrow.
The house is a mess.
I need to remember to get rid of these alcohol bottles.
Oh, thank god trash goes out tonight.
Must clean house tomorrow/today.
Must get drunk today, for it is St Patrick's Day.
I'm fucking Irish for crying out loud.
I suck. blaaah I say!
That is all. For now.
It was spectacular!
I was only groped once. But we did focus on my boobies for a bit.
I really don't think they're that big. Hm.
I love seeing my YB girls.
Even when we don't see each other for so fucking long, we can get together and laugh until we can't breathe. And it feels like no time has passed since we last hung out. Carazy.
I told my mom I'd spend the night at her place tonight. But I'm at my dad's.
And I'm in my pjs. My bed looks nice and comfy. Better than the couch at mom's.
She'll be pissed if I don't drag my ass over there. Blah. Blah I say!
*shakes fist*
I like playing with duct tape, and attempting to rip out people's arm hairs with it.
Messing with creepy drunken men is funny.
I miss her already. Yeah. I'm lame. Whatever.
I hope our soccer games get moved to a closer field. Driving out to Golf Links sucks.
I hope someone will actually come see me play sometime. It'd be nice to hear cheers for me coming from the sidelines. It's been a while.
My dad comes home tomorrow.
The house is a mess.
I need to remember to get rid of these alcohol bottles.
Oh, thank god trash goes out tonight.
Must clean house tomorrow/today.
Must get drunk today, for it is St Patrick's Day.
I'm fucking Irish for crying out loud.
I suck. blaaah I say!
That is all. For now.