Not saying I’m the shit or anything..
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But why are gross looking men so cocky?? “Yeah girl, you won’t be disappointed.”
I most certainly am.
Ugh..
A trip into the incredibly wishy-washy world of Menta.
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But why are gross looking men so cocky?? “Yeah girl, you won’t be disappointed.”
I most certainly am.
Ugh..
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Its times like these that I need my Mama. And in a totally hilarious way. But, I think she’s kinda pissed off in heaven right now. And I’m feeling quite awkward! Me & my humungo mouth.
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there’s always the permanent solution to the temporary problems. I’m tired, guys. Really fucking tired.
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Is to be allowed to be a spoiled brat. I want some special attention. You know, cuddling and shit. But no one wants to play correctly. :( Such is life. I guess.
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Catch up time again!
First off, I’m going through a time in my life where certain things have happened that I do not wish to record. I want to forget them. We’ll see how that works.
My Aunt Mary passed almost two months ago now. She was a fighter til the end, but in the end, God saw it fit to let breast cancer prevail.I miss her.
um.. I like a guy. his name is kyle. we’re on an indefinite hiatus b/c he’s trying to save the world. nerdy superheroes…
he’s been my escape during this haaaaard time. and we’ll see if he keeps his promise about hooking back up after new years.
meanwhile boys have been coming out of the woodwork. I guess that’s a sign. we shall see..
Anyway, I’m working. After forever. At Macy’s. Hopefully I’ll stay there. Or rub elbows with United Way of the Family Service Assoc.
Whatever works, ya know?
Anyway..
Life is still a son of a bitch, and I’m just rollin’ with the punches.
Blessed to say I can do that.
What more can you do?
Til next time.
<3
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I used to work at Fallas Paredes, and I went to Jack in the Box on my lunch break. A deaf man attempted to ask me for my number, came in for a hug, and french kissed my cheek.
I’ve tried to block it out of my mind.
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I need more male friends. And some lesbians. That’s one of my goals for my 22nd year on this earth.
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To the lovliest, most graceful, selfless woman I will ever know. You were only here for a short time, but what you’ve enstilled in us is enough to last generations. And, to think, God blessed me with the privilege to call you “Mom”. I love you, A’nie. I miss you every day. But the best part is, I can feel you here with me as i’m writing this. And I know you’ll never leave my side. So, as i’m writing this impromptu letter to you, I’ve decided not to think of you as being completely gone. I’ve decided to think of it as a long trip to the store or a vacation from our crazy asses. B/c I know in my heart that I will see you again.. And when we do meet again, I’ll be ready for that hug that lasts eternity and the voice that makes everything right with the world. We’ll sit at the table, and we’ll talk about everything under the sun. So, i’ll see you later. Happy Birthday, Mommy.
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You still give me the rowdiest butterflies. I’ve stopped asking questions. I’m just going with it. And I’m hoping that wherever “it” takes me, you remain the constant. Needless to say, it has been a lovely day. Good nite/morning.