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| if my life was a movieHe would, after telling him I love him a week before his wedding, think about me all week. Pretend everything's ok. Then, the day of the wedding, he'd realize he loved me too. He'd leave while standing at the alter, come find me at work and tell me "Whitney, you're the one I love. It's always been you." And he'd sweep me off into the sunset and we'd live happily. ever. after.
Unfortunately, this is just my life. So what he's going to do it get married to her, never see me again, and go off to lead a happy normal life with her.
*Sigh* Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve all this shit karma.
In other news, I absolutely love the place I work and the people I work with.
"Yeah, I taught my kids how to shoplift at Disneyworld. I told them that if they wanted souvenirs, they better learn how to steal them and not get caught because I sure wasn't buying them."
Hahahaha ooooh I love them. | | |
| well i had an odd dream last nightI did, I did.
I was in the mall looking for a homecoming dress and I decided to get my lip pierced, then I got my septum pierced (the middle part of your nose?) and this huge ass sleeve tattoo on my arm. And it was ridiculously ugly.
I dunno, it was kinda weird.
I feel lightheaded. I have to go to 7th period and to work. I hate work. It's yucky.
126 pounds. Fucking gross. =(
I'm so sick of working, its almost impossible to fucking lose weight when I go to work there and get offered free food all the goddamn time. Fuckkkk.
I dunno what to do...this week is going to be fucked up. So...fucked up.
Come saturday...
i need some fucking alcohol or something. I can't deal with saturday alone... =( | | |
| Happy mother's dayor, for people like me, Happy Non-Mother's Day...because I survived the year without getting pregnant.
Yeeeeeah.
I don't understand the point of assigning big ass projects during the last 2 weeks of school. I am so freaking DONE.
I have to write a song for music to bring up my grade in there. And some stupid ass book due in chemistry. Ughhhhhh.
I am sick of eating, too. I feel ill. | | |
| so i did it.I told that boy that I was still in love with him. Actually, my friend Paige did at first. And then I started talking to him. He took it surprisingly well. I told him I wasn't pressuring him to do anything, that I just wanted him to know. He said thanks, he appreciated knowing. It was fine.
In other news:
Party last night... oh yeah!
Went camping up on the sand dunes with a bunch of guys (none cute, but 1) but they were cool.
Drank screwdrivers (drank way too much fucking vodka, got sick), smoked some pot (complete swag, but it was ok because we were drunk as fuck) and smoked some cigarettes (my first time ever smoking one).
Didn't get any ass though with this one guy. Damn. I was too drunk to even remember what happened, I could barely walk, then like I said I got sick. So...nope, none. Oh well.
Then I had to go to work this morning at 9 and I was still drunk for like half my shift, it sucked. Then I got all nauseous and I thought I was going to throw up but luckily I held it in.
Now I'm just waiting to take my friend to work, then I need to take a long overdo shower and get some much needed sleep.
Ciao! | | |
| ugh.i'm pissed.
my MSN hasn't worked for days, who the hell knows why.
I like too many boys, none of which like me back. But I'm still trying, anyways.
My newly single bestie is hitting on some of said boys, and they are probably responding to her attempts as opposed to mine. Not to mention the guys that are hitting on her.
I'm sick of working pretty much everyday while my friends all get to go out and have fun.
And a boy I'm possibly in love with is getting married in about a week to a crazy evil controlling cunt ass bitch. Who I have the disfortune of seeing pretty much everyday. Not to mention getting to hear all about the wedding plans. Whoopie, what a lucky bitch I seem to be.
I want to party. With lots of hot men. And alcohol. Lots of that too.
I'm tired of being lonely. | | |
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