uh huh
Sometimes I'm a little unsure of what to make of this entire "Mark situation" Can it even be called a situation at this point? Maybe I'm worrying about it way too much and should just stop thinking about it all together. Live life as I normally would, no matter what he may think of it. And inretrospect, this is what he wanted so this is what he's getting.
Hung out with John twice this past week. In the words of TBS, I'm "such a sucker for a sweet talker". When will this ever end? I know there's nothing spectacular between he and I anymore(whether there ever was is very debatable). If he would just stop coming over, I'd be fine. I've finally stopped thinking about him all the time. The solution: I've gotta move and never tell him where I live : )
Thanksgiving kinda blew. I'm not exactly the hugest fan of my step-dad's family to begin with. I think that on top of being miserably and disgustingly hung over made for a bad bad day! that ended with me sitting on my apartment floor hysterically crying and asking god why he hates me bc my tv won't work(hey, I was really really overtired).
SPent some time out in suffolk at my aunt and uncle's over the weekend. That was fun until my mom and I started fighting and she of course, who was completely wrong, had to take it a step too far and be a complete bitch. SO that was fun. And then Saturday nite Adam pushed me and wan go broke my foot. Ok that's a slight exaggeration... Adam didn't push me, I was distracted by his sexiness and a lil ehehehe and didn't see the hole in the street and twisted my ankle pretty bad.(not broken, had x-rays at work). Couldn't walk on it at all for a few days. But muscle relaxers, vicodin and marijuana make most things possible.
TOOL TOUR 2005(yes I've changed it.... let's cross our fingers, shall we?) The reverand Maynard commands it!!!
Hung out with John twice this past week. In the words of TBS, I'm "such a sucker for a sweet talker". When will this ever end? I know there's nothing spectacular between he and I anymore(whether there ever was is very debatable). If he would just stop coming over, I'd be fine. I've finally stopped thinking about him all the time. The solution: I've gotta move and never tell him where I live : )
Thanksgiving kinda blew. I'm not exactly the hugest fan of my step-dad's family to begin with. I think that on top of being miserably and disgustingly hung over made for a bad bad day! that ended with me sitting on my apartment floor hysterically crying and asking god why he hates me bc my tv won't work(hey, I was really really overtired).
SPent some time out in suffolk at my aunt and uncle's over the weekend. That was fun until my mom and I started fighting and she of course, who was completely wrong, had to take it a step too far and be a complete bitch. SO that was fun. And then Saturday nite Adam pushed me and wan go broke my foot. Ok that's a slight exaggeration... Adam didn't push me, I was distracted by his sexiness and a lil ehehehe and didn't see the hole in the street and twisted my ankle pretty bad.(not broken, had x-rays at work). Couldn't walk on it at all for a few days. But muscle relaxers, vicodin and marijuana make most things possible.
TOOL TOUR 2005(yes I've changed it.... let's cross our fingers, shall we?) The reverand Maynard commands it!!!