Oh yeah. I can finally get out of the house tonight and everyone is fucking GONE. Bullshit.

PS. I have tonsillitis and it sucks. Especially since I no longer have insurance.

I forgot to mention, that this guy who works at a certain convenience store on Chkalov asked me if I wanted to go to Wal-mart. I said "What's happening at Walmart?" He said "Well I dunno we could just walk around and look at things". And when I took my purchased items and left he asked "so are we on for walmart?" and all I could say was "I have ( Read more... )

I am afraid that if I tell him my feelings, he will laugh in my face and tell me it is MY fault for wearing my heart on my sleeve.

Some people are SO hard to read. Damn near impossible. And I hate it.

Oh honey that's enough of your nonsense and bullshit ( Read more... )

Soooo Mike is not home. So I cannot call and be mad. Fiddle sticks.

I get my car back soon... yeah... I am gonna pimp my own ride. I want to paint something pink on the sides... like flames, but flames are stupid... ANY IDEAS?

And I want to turn it into like the shagmobile or something. I just need a good thme. I have no idea what to do with the stupid car. I want to make it better though. Help?

I just got done baking Mike birthday present. Which will hopefully be the most kickass cheesecake ever ( Read more... )

Well I do not know how to handle this mess. It's not going to do any good to place blame on people. I mean it sure helps me get out some emotions, but it's really not helping the situation at all ( Read more... )

I feel kinda akward and kinda good at the same time. More at 1. Not really. That is all.