Happy birthday
For some odd reason I clicked on (more details) on my user info page.
My LJ is 1 year old. That means it was a year ago roughly that Mischa and my parents broke into my OLD journal. Most entries made reference to sleeping with girls and drug use, neither of which they knew were going on (still) and were stipulations of me moving back in with my mother. My father printed out page after page of PRIVATE shit. He then sent copies of each to my mother and they discussed it behind my back. Mom brought it up as evidence against me in a fight 3 months after she had recieved the copies in the mail. Then she kicked me the fuck out.
Yeah, that all didnt go over real well.
Fuckin Mischa. All because he was pissed off that I had moved on with my life and he was still stuck on stupid; reading my online journal EVERY FUCKING DAY while he pinned away over me 5000 miles away in Switzerland.
Psycho.
So yeah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOURNAL-FRIEND-STRESS-RELIEVER-THINGY. I'd seriously be lost without writing. And music. Yeah, this song is catchy but utterly stupid. Rip off the wings of a butterfly? I'm not sure if that is metaphoric or what, but it sounds retarded. I still find myself singing it repeatedly though.
Last night was just rough on so many levels. Its hard being around Jonathan now. I dont have one consistant feeling towards him. In the blink of an eye I can go from being happy and "seemingly" in love, to wanting to gouge his eyeballs completely out of the sockets. Then factor alcohol into the equation, not to mention jealousy, and you have a concoction known as last night. It was not pretty. It was not nice in any way. Lots of nasty words and obscenities flew out of all parties involved. At some point I think John Queer's sister was there? I could be mistaken though, I was hammered.
Going to the Pens game then out drinking with Ryan this weekend. That fucks up my plans to go to Columbus...shit.
Is it 4:00 yet? I'm ready to go....
My LJ is 1 year old. That means it was a year ago roughly that Mischa and my parents broke into my OLD journal. Most entries made reference to sleeping with girls and drug use, neither of which they knew were going on (still) and were stipulations of me moving back in with my mother. My father printed out page after page of PRIVATE shit. He then sent copies of each to my mother and they discussed it behind my back. Mom brought it up as evidence against me in a fight 3 months after she had recieved the copies in the mail. Then she kicked me the fuck out.
Yeah, that all didnt go over real well.
Fuckin Mischa. All because he was pissed off that I had moved on with my life and he was still stuck on stupid; reading my online journal EVERY FUCKING DAY while he pinned away over me 5000 miles away in Switzerland.
Psycho.
So yeah. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOURNAL-FRIEND-STRESS-RELIEVER-THINGY. I'd seriously be lost without writing. And music. Yeah, this song is catchy but utterly stupid. Rip off the wings of a butterfly? I'm not sure if that is metaphoric or what, but it sounds retarded. I still find myself singing it repeatedly though.
Last night was just rough on so many levels. Its hard being around Jonathan now. I dont have one consistant feeling towards him. In the blink of an eye I can go from being happy and "seemingly" in love, to wanting to gouge his eyeballs completely out of the sockets. Then factor alcohol into the equation, not to mention jealousy, and you have a concoction known as last night. It was not pretty. It was not nice in any way. Lots of nasty words and obscenities flew out of all parties involved. At some point I think John Queer's sister was there? I could be mistaken though, I was hammered.
Going to the Pens game then out drinking with Ryan this weekend. That fucks up my plans to go to Columbus...shit.
Is it 4:00 yet? I'm ready to go....