Sunburnt to a crisp, and hurting all over. I'm so damned sore. That's the last time the sun and I attempt to be friends.

I had to moor all of my boats, due to the lack of a beach this summer.
That's going to be a real beach all summer for me.

I'm tired and a little cranky, I hate that Spencer works Saturdays and I only get to see him for a few hours. I don't want to share him, and this weekend... especially not with all of his sisters.

I just want to stay home and relax. I'm tired.

But to tell Spencer that...
He's been looking forward to this all week I'm sure.
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So, after an avenging evening yesterday, the hatred fever was finally broken. We finally see how we both deal with stress and unimpressed feelings.
Good thing patchwork feeling fixtures are within my back pocket games strata.

I am smiling at my innate and perverse sense of self. I am happy. In an unsure and saddened way.

Friends are awesome.
Family is damned retarded.
Love is sweeter than rock candy.
{though not as hard on the teeth}

Dinner should be awesome. Damned awesome. Oreo dessert...Mmm...Mmm...

I can't wait until September.
Le Sigh
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Weekends are cursed.

That conclusion i am sure of.


I didn't hang out with any of my half-hearted friends and fiends this weekend. Again I'm now waiting on a phone call that will come too late. The reason I came home spent forty minutes throwing up in my downstairs bathroom just to go home.

I babysat two damaged teens. And that was my weekend.

Hated, and again a horrid weekend.

Why do I get my hopes up for these two fleeting days?
Always.
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