I made this back in 2005. I was sixteen years old, bitter, convinced I couldn't find love, hating high school, wanting to get out of Massachusetts and was friends with outsiders. I listened to Insane Clown Posse. I wanted to go into sports management. My favorite color is black. I told myself that I will never wear a skirt again and was battling ( Read more... )

Brent: Meg...I find it actually kinda hysterical...that I've known you this long and still haven't seen them...wait, what happened to Billy??

Me: I broke up with him. Can we focus back on my tits?

A baby daddy now likes me and my fuck buddy of almost a year is moving to Lexington in less than two weeks.

Whaaaaat theeee fuuuuuck.

Single again.

I saw the real side of my boyfriend. The side of him still obsessed about being HS king and pardon my language, redneck side.

And it was ugly.

I think I'm just going to buy a huge dildo and consider it my boyfriend for next 5 years.

My boyfriend called some drunk guys causing drama at my party last night niggers and faggots.

I have asked him not to use those words after he called Marlon an uppity n*****.

I am beyond disgusted with him.

I'm happy that I am neutral about the Netherlands and/or Spain.

Then again, I don't choose a team based on the guy I'm fucking behind my husband's back.

Just saying.

"Uncle Neddy's Last Stand" isn't until next year.

So why am I freaking out about sound designing it?

Everyone is stressed out here.

Um, I can has ticket back to Knoxville? Prease?

I'm to New York tomorrow to see my friend before he goes back to Wales.

Massachusetts is nice. Quiet. It's lovely not going out every damn like night like I was doing in Knoxville. It's a nice change for me.

I still miss my friends.

"I was angry at you. It was in Martian language!"

and

"I feel so Dude right now."

Everyone needs a Joe Rebrovick and Matt Gulley in their lives.