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So I'm half Mexican, whoop-dee-do. No one believes me, but I am. Everyone thinks I'm Russian. I haven't got a lick of Russian in me.
I'm listening to Amber Rubarth now. *sways back and forth* La la la la la....
Sos...... Kyle has been texting me and he's asking for pics of me because he's lonely and s**t.... no. He wants me to bear his children and it's kinda awkward to say no, so I don't say anything. I only allude to what's happened to me.. thirteen years ago? And it's hard because I want to cry and tell him to shut up. It's not something that's easy to get over....
Yesterday Jessika and Shane went out and hung out together. Can I get a great big Aww? Awwwwwwwww!!! Yeah, they made out and watched the new Night at the Museum movie. It's kinda... funny. She always complains about how she's not liked and has no good qualities and here she is... getting a boyfriend and making out with him. Awkward...
Yeah, I want a boyfriend... really badly. But teenagers are so f-ing retarded. I don't want to deal with them. I like older guys. Why can no one get that? Even Jessika, when I tell her about it, she's all like "Holy hell! What's the deal!" I'm not looking into getting ******** and getting them into jail. No. Just... someone who has stuff going for them.
Blah.... Kyle joined the Navy. He's most likely gonna be shipped to Japan. I... don't like it. I mean, he's cool sometimes, but...
What happened to the silly Kyle I knew before? I miss him...
Jesus, shut up. I'm... frustrated.
 Whispering to Roses · Mon Jun 15, 2009 @ 08:19pm · 0 Comments |
