Waiting against the wall.

This is my friend Brooke. I met her in Italy in 2006.

Not into him,

but i just want to do it.

Moved in, officially. The truck of goodies has arrived.

The apt. is super neat and wonderful! Our walls are bear, we need color.


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About 6 months later....that apartment blew. I moved out.....

NOW my apartment is super neat along with my roommate... glorious!

9 hours of hell

This is going to be painful.

Riding away

bad timing

I meet people always with bad timing. Always.

I'm having an incredibly fun time. Making out is pretty fun, and kind of new (again) to me. I love making out. There isn't anything wrong with that at all.

I went to get my "no babies" pills at the Cabot Walgreens. I had only been spending 3 dollars on them each time because Walgreens thought I had insurance, now they know I don't. 60 dollars! shoot! damn.....damn. He kept asking me if i wanted them, of course I did, but I had to make a phone call. They got mad that I said "fuck" and told me to calm down or they were not going to give me my pills. I told them, "I don't want any fucking babies, give me the damn pills." To them, I was the spawn of Satan.

Harry Potter Blew.

It all comes back to this peed on rug

More pieces of my mixer are being held for ransom, until I bring him this rug that has been peed on by the pup. Bizarre happenings this evening, off the damned wall.

Slipper bashing, I assaulted him with a Victoria's Secret rainbow striped slipper. He attempts to crawl into my mothers car for who knows what. Paid off my landlord. Off the lease.

I became one of those girls, one of those girls that just put up with some ones crap. Oblivious to how awful things really were. I know now. Great, just fucking great.

My parents' dog is the size of the poops my (now former) dog took. She's sweet, I may have her sleep with me tonight.

I really mean it

when I say I don't have a clue about what I am doing. I'm moving with no solid job leads, but I guess I'm ok with it.

Today I worked, I ate cake, I drove. Now I sit, avoiding the mass amount of crap I have to do before I leave, NO, before this weekend since I'm going to Chicago.

What in the hell was I thinking. All of this disbelief is meant in a good way. I'm sticking to my guns.