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::sigh::
yesterday with all the new layout ish, which is STILL giving me issues, i nearly forgot. ray charles passed away yesterday. :(
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i’m so ready for the weekend, like straight up jonesin’ for it.
can’t wait for tomorrow, and in fact, i don’t have to. i was sitting here thinking ‘how am i gonna amuse myself until saturday when crushboy comes over?’
he called last night. as soon as i walke din the door my phone rang. ::beams:: and it was him…yay!
i was horribly afraid it would be the ex, because he ‘misses me’ and he ‘misses when we were happy’ and because i’m his. fuck that.
too little, too fucking late, yo.
anyway, crushboy is coming over at lunch. yay!
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bear with me, folks. i’m testing out a new layout. and it’s giving me issues.
alas…
:rolleyes:
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well lookie here, who decided to come and harassinate me? none other than everyone’s favorite rockstar. and by favorite i mean “most loathed’.
rockstar (16:48:13): sometimes i miss my [pineapple] and when we were happy
fuck that.
oh, and this…*this* takes the cake:
pineapple (18:27:08): so we’re done now, right?
rockstar (18:27:47): no
pineapple (18:28:01): what else do i have to do?
rockstar (18:28:26): we will mend it all sometime
pineapple (18:28:53): no. we. won’t.
rockstar (18:29:00): yes we will
pineapple (18:29:05): i don’t even know why you want to
rockstar (18:31:12): because you are [pineapple]
pineapple (18:31:19): so?
pineapple (18:33:42): do you not understand that i don’t want anything tying me to you?
rockstar (18:34:12): [pineapple] sorry
rockstar (18:34:15): sorry
pineapple (18:34:21): for what?
rockstar (18:34:26): everyting
pineapple (18:34:30): no
rockstar (18:34:34): yes
pineapple (18:34:35): what *exactly* are you sorry for? why now?
rockstar (18:34:40): everything
pineapple (18:34:46): why sorry now that you needed something?
rockstar (18:34:47): just plain fucking up
rockstar (18:34:50): no
pineapple (18:34:54): name one thing you did, that you’re sorry for?
rockstar (18:34:54): i have been sorry
rockstar (18:35:09): breaking your hart
oh what the fuck ever. seriously! i tell him i don’t even want to fucking know him and that he doesn’t even deserve to have any of my trust or friendship or anything, and he insists that we will be friends. man, fuck that. i don’t got time for this shit, and you know somethin’? i’m sick of letting this fucker hurt me.
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