January 2009
30 posts
So, my dad is tight with money right now. Me being the dumbass, decided to change his printer ink. The black was fine. The color ink, on the other hand, didnt work for his printer. I opened it and ripped off the sticker thing. Now, I just threw $21 down the drain for him. I feel like a piece of shit!
Men = The ones to argue about almost anything, whenever they feel like it.
Women = The ones to continue to argue about whatever the men seem to be stuck on, just because they will win it in the end!
I hate when the best advice is “give us a call back when you have the money in hand and are able and willing to make a decision.” I guess thats the best they can do right now. I’m trying desperately to avoid a $400 fee. Goodness.
Mr. Right Now decided a few months ago that he would buy me a cellphone and put it on a two year contract because my nextel was shutoff due to non-payment. Perfect. A new cellphone he would pay for and me losing a job. Just what I need. He stopped paying after two months and I couldn’t afford it. Now I have two closed accounts and owe over a thousand dollars between the two companies....
The sickness is contagious. My cousin Viki is now playing Super Mario 3 and eating craisins with me. Its love!
Finally, I can be at one with my Super Mario World. Everything is good. You shall find me on my bed, playing this game, and ignoring all human life.
55 extra lives on Super Mario World later, I think I shall go to bed. I feel accomplished.
Wii Wii Points = Greatest Thing Known To Woman!
Lets just say that daddy added a few Wii points for me tonight with his credit card. I’ve found most of the old NES games that I played years and years ago, downloaded them, and plan to stay up forever playing them. Well, probably not, but I’ll be sure to play lots tomorrow. I’m so freaking happy. This Wii was worth it. The...
I get woke up early by my dad. “Kid, can you help me find my truck key? I’ve been looking for awhile now.” As a good daughter, I help him do so. We searched for over an hour and a half. No luck. Inside and out, inside and out. Up and down, here and there. Nothing. Then the brainiac has an idea. “I put these sweats on for a minute last night to get something out of the...
From the time I was young, I’ve never heard anything other than trash talk on my grandfather. He was a drunk, a womanizer, a lowlife. My grandmother has never said one nice thing about this man, but she has three kids by him. Figure that one the hell out. So I finally stood up to her and said, “if there isnt anything positive you can say about him then keep your comments to...
I feel as if I’m starting to get back to my true self again. I am making my own decisions and doing what I want to do.
:-D
Mr. Right Relapse
I’ve been fine for quite sometime after I spilled my guts out to him. Now, out of the blue, I’m dreaming of him again. Back to the same old dreams that involve his - now pregnant - girlfriend. I dont think they are quite dreams, rather nightmares. They seem to be odd and exaggerate the truth. I tried my best to get everything off my chest and get him out of my head, but I guess this is...
A new day...
Amazingly enough, I didn’t wake up thinking aobut Mr. Right. He hasn’t been on my mind much. I lie again. I tried making good excuses, but they dont exist. I need to get ready to leave so I can occupy my mind, but I’m so lost in thought. I want to play depressing country songs ALL day. I need to move on. Anyone got good ideas? I’m open for suggestions now. I tried telling...
*sigh*
I wanted to write more earlier, but I ran out of time before I absolutely had to leave. I realized this as my dad walked down the stairs and started his truck. I made it before he left the driveway.
Anywho…
I mean’t what I said about Mr. Right. He loved me. That should be good enough. I am lucky to have had a man like him actually love me. I broke him in half and then I expect him...
Umm...
I wanted to come and get some things off my chest. I wanted to rant and rave about Mr. Right turning into Mr. You Snooze You Lose. I wanted nothing more than to go on and on for two, three, maybe even four or five paragraphs about the sucky things in life. I then realized… I dont feel like it. I dont feel like bringing myself down continually. I dont want to be miserable, unhappy, pissed...
The Adventure Must End...
Mr. Right showed up at my house today. He told me yesterday that he would come. I didn’t think he was lying, but I didn’t expect him over two hours early. I hurried up and threw decent clothes on. I answered the door and he smiled. I made my way back to my bedroom to pick up a few letters that were written to him. Meanwhile, he followed and began talking. One thing led to another and...
“Attention is rewarded by the knowledge of reality.”
– Iris Murdoch
The Adventures of Mr. Right
So here’s the story. A few days ago, I tried to find my ex. I’ve been having dreams about him and they were getting frequent. I felt I needed to make contact. I’ve come to the realization that I need him back. He was the half that makes me whole. I cant not be with him. Figure that one out. Well I drove by his house a few times and noticed he wasnt there. I assumed he was working...
where i am.
havent-got-a-prayer:
I’ve compiled a graveyard of skeletons over the past several years. Slowly they are beginning to resurface; and though it scares me, I know that it is necessary to confront them. I spent too long running from life and ignoring my own feelings. It was easier for the moment, but devastating in the long-run. I’m a child learning how to walk for the first time. When I catch...
I once knew Mr. Right. He is still around. Back then I knew him as Mr. Right-Now. Now I know he was Mr. Right. He moved on, as did I. I dont know where to go from here. Do I make him see he was Mr. Right? He knew that, but I was stupid enough to let him go. Hopefully he’ll come back one day. I’ve known this for awhile and was too stupid to admit this. Did I wait to long? IDK.