Okay. So it didn't go AS planned. But it is still working out. haha.

The show was magic! I loved it. I am so tired though. Mike'll be over in a few minutes. Hope all he wants to do is sleep. Or start a movie, cause I am dead.

Ok.

Show ends. I say goodbye to Mike and Lynd. Bus home with the boys.

Lose two and am left with the strong silent type. We make awkward small talk, and get off the bus. I buy a slush, he walks me home?
Strange I know.

Hahah. Oh well.
Weird.
Just plain wierd.

So one awkward hug later, and a phone call, leaves me tired and in PJ's hoping Mike will hurry up.

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Well, I suppose my New Years curse has passed, I finally had a memorable New Years Eve.
Or at least I'll remember it.

As 'the night that made life look hilarious'.
Things like to work out in fucked up ways.
Pretty magical...

oh my.

I've been holding off on writing this, as to not bore myself with silly girly 'awe' moments...
But they still are there.

Oh well, just thought I should write something here. I got my Christmas Wish list totally filled this year.
It was very short.


But I should shower, my mother is leaving until Sunday, and I am left to look after myself for the week.

It'll be good, I should think.
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The thrill of not doing anything, and getting positive attention is almost always fabulous.
However, when the negative shows up,
and bitches at you for twenty-five minutes...

It seems, that it is not so pleasant.


I am in a pretty good mood. Happy anyways. I really wish that I wasn't home alone this week, or mostly alone anyways.
I feel so unmotivated, but like I shouldn't be either too.
What a weird day.

You make me smile, just 'cuz your silly.
'Sweet Ass'
?
No, I don't but I thank you in advance...

ahahaha
...
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Ever get the feeling that you are almost at your breaking point?
I am so fucking stressed out right now, it is unbearable.

Why doesn't anything ever work?
Not the way you want it to.

I only asked to do one thing. One thing all week. I even said I'd let Aaron stay home this week, if I could go.

Now? Now it's suddenly a big fucking deal? This is borderline rediculous, and a shade indignant.



...

I don't ask for much...
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I smell like happiness, and seduction, but in all reality...
I feel like shit and repulsion.

Ever want to peel off your own face, thinking that even what is underneath must look better? Better than this hideous exterior?

Damn. I am so fucking tired, and sad. Not like cry myself to sleep kind of sad, but more the:
'if you were anymore pathetic' kind.

I don't even know what brought this bleak mood on? I am tired. I want tomorrow to disappear.

For good.
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