3:18am
I know, I know… I’m up late. This weather is fucking up my insomnia, it happens during the summer, also.
Well… you’ve been so… I dunno… lately going through all this emotional crap… I’m dying to ask how the nb is going but I don’t want to be a nag or make you feel bad for not touching it in a while. I know you’ve been sick, also. So… I got 14 pages of this subject left. I have 23 days to turn this into something spectacular.
Oh… my countdowns!
Eclipse dvd--7 days
your divorce--20 days
BD pt 1--356 days
BD pt 2--720 days
My 30th--700 days
your 30th--1097 days
Hehe. I just felt the need to share all of that with you. I love countdowns. I love having something to look forward to. Although I’m not so sure you’re so thrilled with turning 30.
Ugh, when did Kid Rock become country? It’s not like I really cared when he was “metal” or whatever, but country? Ew, no thank you.
So anyhow, I was talking to my friend Mike on [Thanksgiving] and he told me what happened between Lauren and Drew. Actually, he asked me if I knew they were getting a divorce and my exact answer was, “omg, seriously? Wtf happened?” I had to pretend like I didn’t know anything. Of course I knew that Drew had a new girlfriend, I just had no idea what happened. So, apparently he cheated on her [Lauren]. What an asshole. He wrote that nasty message to me and he goes ahead and does something this disgusting. The sick thing is that when I saw those pictures had been put up of him and his new hoebag, people actually “liked” his new status and the pictures. How fucking gross is that shit?
Well, Mike and I discussed this for a while with him “telling” me stuff I already knew and that lead to a conversation about why he’s not my friend on facebook. Apparently I have “annoying opinions” and he “enjoys me in small doses.” I told him that I enjoy him in small doses as well and his response was, “I doubt that’s entirely true but whatever.” This is the truth. If he’s gonna be friends with cuntface Lauren (Earnest’s “Fiance”), then why not me? She’s about as sharp as a bag of wet hair and I am 100% sure that the shit I say is was less puke-inducing than the “look at me” shit she puts up.
But Mike is weird, also. He will like someone and then not like them and then like them again. So… I just talk to him whenever he texts me. I just choose not to get mad at whatever he says because what’s the point?
Ugh. Stupid boys. I feel bad for my friend, Steve. He lives in Virginia and we met online when I was 18. We decided to be official for about a month and he met this girl named Ashley who later married. I told him that he could have had me but maybe it’s better this way (meaning way back when. I was so in love with this guy, Chels). He said, “Well as long as one of us is happy.” That made me feel sad.
Well, it’s almost 4am. I hope I can wake up at 11am. Love you!
Me
3:55am
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