I’m just so angry right now. It’s hurts.
ugh this girl won’t stop running through my mind.
So get someone to follow me?
I love JAWS/sharks, Anthony Perkins, SpongeBob, horror movies and Big Time Rush.
The photo booth photos from my party are in guys!
Every exit is an entrance.
Soooo excited for bones’ play tonight!
I’m not cocky.
was a rager.
I am still recovering.
OH HELL YES!
Open wide my door, to whatever makes me love you more.
I hadn’t eaten all day. So I guess i didn’t need to.
I was hungry.
I don’t know, I eat a lot, usually a lot healthier than that. But whatever, I might as well utilize my fast metabolism while I have it, right? In a couple years I won’t be able to do that. I’m not gonna live forever any way.
I know it’s wrong, in every way conceivable,
but there are two big macs in my belly.
I feel so ashamed.
I need oklahoma bands for my film. Send me some! Either here or to my e-mail address.
Please and thank you.
Okay, (insert band name here) we’re in Oklahoma. Deflate your heads.
Well, not all of you, but most of you.
I need my face to start growing a full beard.
- Tile bathroom around shower
- Tile fireplace
- Re-paint EVERY single wall in this house.
- Do something with the woodwork (undecided.)
- Plant Grass
- Build tiered flower bed up the giant hill.
- Re-paint exterior of the house
- Build raised flower beds
- Build Green house
She’s not my favorite person in the world. She ruined my childhood. I know, I know, it sounds harsh, i wouldn’t go that far if it weren’t true.
I have forgiven her and have decided to move on with my life. Life is too short to carry hatred or emotional baggage. From the age of six to sixteen I kept picking the metaphorical scab off the emotional wounds, so that they wouldn’t heal. It’s not all her fault, my father carries fifty percent of that blame. The hatred I carried was so consuming. Even now that I’ve moved on, it just seems like she keeps doing things to break me.
Now, on the matters of Facebook and my step parent. I diplomatically added her, for the sake of my father and family issues. I want us to all get along. I’m awesome like that. Funny that Facebook is able to do that, no?
She sent me a family request on Facebook to add me as her son. Whether I accept it or not, it still shows me on her profile.
Since I added her, does she deem that it’s acceptable to do this? I just don’t. She’s never treated me like a son, or a child for that matter. I’ve never seen her as anything but the wife of my father. Even now, we hardly ever say two words to each other in person on the “special” occasions I see her. I’ve seen her, what? Ten times in the past eight years. We live five miles away from each other in the same town.
I have a mother, in fact, she’s the greatest mom ever! Sure she has her flaws but that’s okay! I’m sure you feel the same way about your mother, I would hope you do or rather I hope your mother earned that title with you. Just because a woman gave birth to you, biologically yes, she’s your mother, automatically there’s a bond there, but there are so many women out there who aren’t mothers to their children, it’s heartbreaking. The title of mother is something that’s earned. My mother earned it.
Now, here is this woman, wanting me to claim her as a mother. LOL u funny.
Maybe, I’m over reacting here, it’s just Facebook. Then again, there seems to be a principal here.
I didn’t mean for all this to be written, it sort of just flowed out.
Ughhh, very productive day of editing.
I wish I could get this sound edited asap. Of course, that’s not going to happen. I can see the finish line.
I’m mentally drained. I had a great weekend, a great birthday with great friends.
I’ve been drinking
Happy birthday to me!
It’s okay, I’m not bothered. I’m going to the library with friends tomorrow night instead. So it should still be a good birthday. :)
My birthday party has been postponed until next friday and it makes me sad, oh well.