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I feel too old for drama, I want to live out the remainder of my life in peace not in a rage ready to cut bitches up in pieces. I watch to much ID channel.

My sister didn't even tell me she was moving again.

Na-Na

I am pissed off and this bullshit drama causing person butting in this relationship is making me feel like I am a fucking Jerry Springer guest. I don't do Jerry Springer.

Why did they bring that little dude out for Biggie Langston to stomp on..damn, that was like a tease.

Why is this chic on wrestling swaddling the world heavyweight belt like it's a newborn baby and shit. I think she just got knocked the fuck off the ropes.

I kinda feel stupid, I had one of my rare but random PTSD dreams in front of Ophie and woke up in tears I couldn't help it though, that shit just streams down your face and you cant do nothing to make it stop, try to play all cool, talk extra perky, it didn't work. What an asshat, I am!!!

It was a beautiful night on Detroit's Southwest side. The year was 99 I was 18 or 19, some shit, the guns were blazing and the biker gang at the bar below my friends apartment grew louder as the night went on..we didn't want to listen to know more Bob Seger or drunk biker chick badly karaoking to Jefferson Airplane any longer and my friend could only show off her newly pierced nipple to so many people before everyone in the hood seen it, so we decided to go upstairs and get ready to go to this club that my friends, Janet and Rob went to sometimes, who they knew about through Janet's big sister. Now, I had nothing to wear, and even though my big ass wore a size 14 and Janet a size 2, oh believe, you me, we found a fishnet dress, that stretched just right to fit my fat ass!!! That was a wrap, loved it...now, it's a good place to vomit and still find someone that will make out with you with the smell of puke on your breathe....(lol, I'm kidding, or am I?)

I am so proud of myself, I didn't vomit at either interview today, not even a gag.

Nothing like a morning hurl before an interview...

Last night, wishing I could relive last night...damn, damn, damn.

http://www.blogthing...lts/?result=Ego It said I was the Ego, which was defined by this: 0 Share on Tumblr You take a balanced approach to your life. You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones. But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does. You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess.

Very tired.

Well now that we are officially declared a battleground...what I also knew would only be a matter of time, I feel compelled to behave myself..who would of thunk it, the government's ability to kill you where you stand would whip me into shape.

So true.

your me.

Dear Friday, please hurry and come so I can migrate to Canada.

Chatting with my Ophelia.

I am looking into it:)

I finally feel like I am loved, truly...like I have someone that has my back and cares about me..really cares.

I feel loved. I can't wait to go back to Canada.

Annoyed, how do these weird ass people find you on facebook to "follow you"...do they just choose you at random?