so, he's about to throw the cuffs on him, when suddenly..
so i had a huge fight with my mom last night.
lots of fun.
luckily, i had a small, painfully adorable little puppy around to cheer me up, followed by a lot of yummy food.
followed by a dateish sort of thing and a short, but great conversation with a girl i love. (;
so, about that.
for one, it sucks when you suddenly realize that, amidst the screaming and crying occurring while frantically getting ready you managed to forget deoderant.
lame.
it was okay, since i am luckily not an especially sweaty person. makes me so uncomfortable, though.
also, keep track of important things. because there are times when you don't want to have to go searching.
i need eyebrows. it's annoying to have to be so conscious of them all the time.
i miss you, mobile! as soon as we started talking i just wanted to have a sleepover and talk all night. (:
...............
...super drunk boys are so entertaining. i'm glad i stopped by..
hahahaha.
these are some texts that i got last night (name changed! ;p ):
oh my god dave is
divollj
dave is way drunked
i too
good stepstion.
what shove i do.
love ya ha ok god
econ
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
lever ete rainbow
st
dave just said if
wondered how a
blow job feels ha ha
ha ha ha iac@
every one is sleep
.............
hahaha. talking to them was even better.
i don't know if i should say i'm sorry, i'm glad, i suspected but it's nice to know..
i won't say anything, okay? don't worry (:
alright. when do we want to do this? i wish we could tonight. we almost could...
hmm.
man.
i'm glad things worked out the way they did.
sometimes there is just something that has to happen to make you feel better.
i'm sore.
phbt.
i think i expect a change around every corner.
i watched a documentary called 'thin' earlier about girls with eating disorders. it focuses on some girls in a certain clinic.
man... it's fucked up.
don't ever be that. get help before you can't stop.
they don't even have to gag themselves to throw up.
it's so ridiculous.
i went and ate chips after. i'd rather be slightly over than killing myself to reach an ideal like 70 pounds.
some of them started at 12.
how could their families let them get so far? it's terrifying to think about the girls that literally kill themselves.
if you search on lj or any blog or the internet you can find support groups- girls supporting one another's eating disorders.
why can't we just be beautiful to ourselves and let it be enough?
blah.
lots of fun.
luckily, i had a small, painfully adorable little puppy around to cheer me up, followed by a lot of yummy food.
followed by a dateish sort of thing and a short, but great conversation with a girl i love. (;
so, about that.
for one, it sucks when you suddenly realize that, amidst the screaming and crying occurring while frantically getting ready you managed to forget deoderant.
lame.
it was okay, since i am luckily not an especially sweaty person. makes me so uncomfortable, though.
also, keep track of important things. because there are times when you don't want to have to go searching.
i need eyebrows. it's annoying to have to be so conscious of them all the time.
i miss you, mobile! as soon as we started talking i just wanted to have a sleepover and talk all night. (:
...............
...super drunk boys are so entertaining. i'm glad i stopped by..
hahahaha.
these are some texts that i got last night (name changed! ;p ):
oh my god dave is
divollj
dave is way drunked
i too
good stepstion.
what shove i do.
love ya ha ok god
econ
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
lever ete rainbow
st
dave just said if
wondered how a
blow job feels ha ha
ha ha ha iac@
every one is sleep
.............
hahaha. talking to them was even better.
i don't know if i should say i'm sorry, i'm glad, i suspected but it's nice to know..
i won't say anything, okay? don't worry (:
alright. when do we want to do this? i wish we could tonight. we almost could...
hmm.
man.
i'm glad things worked out the way they did.
sometimes there is just something that has to happen to make you feel better.
i'm sore.
phbt.
i think i expect a change around every corner.
i watched a documentary called 'thin' earlier about girls with eating disorders. it focuses on some girls in a certain clinic.
man... it's fucked up.
don't ever be that. get help before you can't stop.
they don't even have to gag themselves to throw up.
it's so ridiculous.
i went and ate chips after. i'd rather be slightly over than killing myself to reach an ideal like 70 pounds.
some of them started at 12.
how could their families let them get so far? it's terrifying to think about the girls that literally kill themselves.
if you search on lj or any blog or the internet you can find support groups- girls supporting one another's eating disorders.
why can't we just be beautiful to ourselves and let it be enough?
blah.