We did you a favor, and from one minor accident we could not control, that was NOT our fault, you yell at me, cuss out my boyfriend, and place guilt and responsibility on our hands. Some friend you are. We'll give you time to cool off because we know you were just upset. But that's a horrible thing to make us feel. It wasn't our fault. And we have ( Read more... )

So I feel like puking because I ate too many onion rings. But what a way to go down, aye? Or up, I should say ( Read more... )

I NEED SERIOUS HELP ( Read more... )

The lover's got his car fixed, has returned to work at GAP, and can now pick me up from school!!!!!!!

Watched my old high school musical two times. I completely miss acting, even if I hadn't officially done it till senior year. All the little tykes are growing up and graduating. They're final production was perfect for their class, and they did ( Read more... )

In my dining room by the cases lined with foreign shot glasses, and to the right of the plant my grandmother has been growing since the beginning of my time, is a window. A big one that, never has blinds or curtains to shield it. These are eyes no one wants to shut out. These eyes scan my suburbia, city life, my town tucked away with the mountains ( Read more... )

This has been bothering me a lot and I don’t intend it for anyone to read, but simply to rant.

Why is it that everyone is on my case about what I say? When I talk about someone, critically, jokingly, whatever, I seem harsh. That I hate the person. Or whatever else bullshit ( Read more... )

I know a girl named Emily. She's the coolest thing, with her big brown eyes and light light skin, color of coffee with too much cream. She dreams big, but really that's all she does... dream. She's inexperienced and curious but riveting and intriguing too. She wears her hair really black, and she lets it sway and swoosh when she walks passed. And ( Read more... )

I have an inkling for pancakes. The fluff, the whipped butter, syrup and smooth. The feeling of eating them, not for the feeling afterward. Just a thought ( Read more... )

Stormy weather after clearly beautiful days ( Read more... )

Still sick as a button. Not that buttons are sick (they're often described as cute, but what makes them cute?) anyhow, I'm sick nonetheless.

I'm hungry too, but I can't really taste much. And it's utterly hard to breathe because my nose is stuffed.

Regina texted me "in Forever. I miss you! 3!"

( awww how i love my girlfriends )