So, I'm totally pissed because I did a blogger and got to the end of it (It was a long one too) and the damn thing fucked up at the last moment and nothing was published. So I'm screaming at the top of my lungs "Geezus Crap holy as if fuck shit damnit!" So, right now I don't want to really type anything. Okay, so this will be short. Andrew and I talked twice since the big "break up". The first time he spent the time saying sorry, and how happy we both will be, then the second time, I told him I found someone named Ricky, which is actually just a friend of mine that is half hispanic and half europian, like Andrew. I told Andrew that Ricky and I are thinking of loosing our gay virginity together and Andrew got really pissed, so he left. And I was like, sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So mean, I know, but that bastard hurt me. And no, I'm not really dating Ricky. He's one of those guys that look so damn good, but lacks in, um, personality and an I.Q. . So, it's not like I would ever go out with him. Besides, I'm still too hurt. Geezus! Anyways, Shawnia called me to yet again beg me to come to California with her on her modeling thingy. "Come on Fairy Queen. There are hot guys out there. Enough for both of us" and it's like ugh! But, anyways, I am going to go. Watching ER and waiting for Rosie to get online so I can flirt with her. See you all later.
Feeling Sad Hearing Jet- Look what we've Done Short Ooooo, look what you've done. You've made a fool of everyone. Oh well, it seems like such fun until you loose what you have have won. JUST DEPRESSION: Kevin wants me to quit my job. What can I say? Um, doesn't help that I started PMS'ing yesterday. I can think straight. I haven't anyone to turn to right now. My friends are away. Somehow I'm to wake up tomorrow and watch my best friend get married while I am so alone. While I'm so sad. While, I'm nothing but mush. And all day tomorrow I will have to keep that stupid smile on my face which draws me seconds closer to suicide. I'm sick. I'm tired. I barly have energy to get out of bed. I'm thinking selffishly. I've not lost myself, I've just made sure I can never be found for this depression is deeper, stronger, and more endurring than any of it's predesesors. To my lord I turn, to no avail, to my friends I tur...