so i got to work today and all that and the first thing i see is a stack of tattoo magazines on my desk. yay! i still want a tattoo damnit. i *will* have one, that’s my goal for the summer…well, that and losing all this blasted weight.
pineapple has a fat ass, yo.
but enough of that. so i’m fucking around on CL/emailworking, right. and everything is ok, just listening to the ipod and handling my shit. when i get this email from sean. about how he can’t believe she (his gf) pulled ‘this fucking shit’ on him. and by this fucking shit, i mean she basically said that she doesn’t like the fact that he hangs out with renee and me, and he has to pick either us or her, she totally laid down an ultimatum, dude.
sean emailed me the entire convo. and when all was said and done…he picked friendship over her.
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