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(Thursday, July 28, 2005-)
+5:51 PM]*
# where the F*CK is mike?-
he's been gone for about an hour.. out looking for sour cream.. where the heck could he have gone?
i made taco salads...
critter ate mine, so now i just have half of a shell. :-/
it's ok.
where is he?
:-(
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(Wednesday, July 27, 2005-)
+3:46 PM]*
# his puke looks like pizza toppings!-
the funniest noise on earth has to be the gagging noise that glenn makes when he is disgusted and/or about to puke. the kid has such a weak stomach.
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+3:30 PM]*
# Mike is an expert on PMS-
"you're PMSing so bad that blood is squirting out of your ears."
Mike lost $52 dollars to my little sister. priceless.
..the spiked applesauce stands alone.
not even Axle will eat it.
nevermind.
LMFAO.
he did eat it.
and he threw up.
PRICELESS.
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(Tuesday, July 26, 2005-)
+10:42 PM]*
# those poor women in Africa/other 3rd world countries-
why don't more people donate money to women who get their clits chopped off? you know, i keep reading about this, and it makes me angry! someone should read some Vagina Monologues..
i tried to con someone into doing a fundraiser for band for them.. but oh. who the fuck cares what i hafta say. let's give to a hospital where suburban kids and potentially rich kids can get free healthcare. yay! :-/
helping those women would have been a worldly cause.
selfish bastards.
hung out with Miite and Doug.
watched Ray con Miguelito tambien.
ya know, ya know. the same ol' chaki-chaki ;-)
i gots to go feed my plant.
"baila! baila!"
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(Sunday, July 24, 2005-)
+12:13 PM]*
# thank you, writebackwards.com-
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(Wednesday, July 20, 2005-)
+9:58 PM]*
# maybe it is just because i'm tired.-
i'm stuck at home again. 10 o clock and i'm lonely. Mike is out with his friend. "you could've gone with if you were allowed to." it probably isn't true, but i'll pretend it is.
since nobody reads the blog anymore, i can feel free to write about how i'm truly feeling.
i'm sick of being stuck inside here. day after day. i'm tired of having this curfew, in which i can't do a think. it's not like i'll be coming home at 3 am. not even 1.
the point is, i'm 18. when will i be given the opportunity to have a choice when i come home. i have my own key, so why can't i use it? he complains about having to wake up early in the morning, but... he wouldn't be the one coming home at 12. i have my own car, i pay for my own insurance, i have a job. yet, i don't have the right to stay out until after 10pm.
i feel lonely beyond belief, and the heat in the house isn't helping. i feel like i'm fighting a losing battle, like i don't even make myself happy. how can i make someone else happy when i'm not happy? i'm just not getting the attention i need... from the only person who has the capability of giving me the attention i desire. i guess i should grow up. toughen up. being left behind isn't that big of a deal. maybe one day, when i move out, i'll have the opportunity to stay out, and be part of something greater than the "kids with curfew" club. my pride is hurt by having to bow down.
it's wrong, but i wish i could be with Mike. he should enjoy time away with his friends. as should i. i just feel horribly left-out.
he doesn't read this anymore.
i just need to suck it up. part of me wishes for the summer.. where he'd throw rocks at my open window, trying to get my attention. he'd come tell me that he loved me and about how much he wanted to be sleeping in that bed with me. now, he can care less about that ''romantic-ness.'' it's ok. because i love him.
i do, so much.
which is why i'm acting like this.
since nobody reads this anyways, i can reread this post several times and pretend like everything is ok.
everything is ok.
i'm just being a big baby.
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+1:05 PM]*
# storms!-
hello.
it's raining hard out. i wish that Mike was here.. i love when it rains like this. it is romantic..
this is probably the hardest rain we've had in awhile.
thunderstorms are so beautiful.
the rain dropped the temperature too, i think. which makes the house tolerable to be in. i'd like to go outside..
my jeep is fixed. thank you, Mike and Doug!
i missed my jeep tremendously.
enjoy the rain!
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(Saturday, July 16, 2005-)
+5:35 PM]*
# ugh.-
hello.
miite is at work. so.. i'm here. alone. by.. myself. :-(
well, went to the movies and to ihop. i really love seeing movies with Mike.
anyways.. school.
i gots 300 dollars in ca$h. pretty proud of myself..
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(Wednesday, July 06, 2005-)
+2:12 PM]*
# rebooted :-)-
computer fixed!
love the lil one.
3rd of july was excellent!
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