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well well

So much has changed. My God where to begin. Sometimes I wonder why I even trust anyone. Upon finding her prince charming, Mike and I were officially given the boot. So now we are homeless.


Anyway, I find that with few exception (ahem, Pac, Brad, Damien) people who don't call me aren't missed at all. That, quite possibly, sucks worst of all.

So I'm couch-jockeying for the time being while Mike is out of town at work. We are still trying to keep our head above water, which isn't always easy when the help you were promised with some bills (loans) isn't there when you need it.

But I'm trying not to be bitter about things. That which does not kill me only reminds me where to trust and who to hate.

Oh, yeah, and my mother is a raving cunt who should die slowly because I would have been better off aborted than her daughter.

I miss everything about my life. And I hate everyone who has robbed me of it.


Oct. 20th, 2004 03:05 am (UTC)
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I think we should all get together (you, me, damien, and Brad) and have dinner, just the girls.

You know, get out of the house, and take some time for yourself with ladies that love you.