don't burst my bubble, i'll pop you in the face

one more blog today and then im done... promise... i can stop.... any time i want to....

ok so im addicted this is like my third one today? this is how things start out with me though i start out totally committed and then i realize that really im crazy and liked things better the way they were before. (either that or im committed for the rest of my life... or at least until tuesday)

what was i talking about oh yeah don't burst my bubble. so yeah i am working at edward gonzalez again and it makes me soo happy i had a doofey smile on my face all day working with the kids. i walked into the building and had twenty kids run up to me and scream "miss andrea, Miss Andrea your back!!!" lots of hugs... awww im getting sappy just thinking about it. i still have a doofey smile on my face it has taken me an hour to make what should be a fifteen minute drive and i still have this huge doofey smile on my face, i dont know why i will just leave it there though.

i have decided to carry on a secret affair... with myself. its kind of silly but lately i feel like i need to be spoiled more and since no one else is going to do it i will. im gonna take a vacation to vegas for my b-day im going to buy myself lingerie and shoes (screw the lingerie take the shoes) i will send me flowers and not sign the card... "im gonna love me like no others loved me..."

i dont know whats up with me today people really im just high as a kite and i have taken no drugs in like years. i want to sing and dance on clouds and just fly away... to the ocean, the gobi desert, the jungle, the concrete jungle, i dont give a shit i want to fly.

its even making me happy that random people are responding to my blog even though im positive most of them are ads.

i will oblige one person "Anonymous said...
You have not been in a good catfight in a while, you tell us. Give us some more about that good catfight in your blog som day. Love to read about it."
well honestly the last good catfight i was in was in eighth grade over some boy. I dont fight like a girl, i hardly ever fight girls. The last fight i was in i beat up my friends boyfriend cause i heard him hit her. you cannot grow up in the ghetto and be a pussy when you fight if you got me mad enough to hit you im mad enough to hurt you bad. sorry to dissapoint with the whole catfight thing thats why one of my goals is to learn to catfight like a girl.

the only problem with being in such a good mood is im bound to come down from it... hard.
i am in a fighting mood lately but fun fight, not like "bitch you stole my man" kind of fight, (women get scary when you take their men trust me i've been stalked because of it. A lesson to all those women out there who are like 'this bitch is "the other woman"', lemme tell you, you cant take anyone who doesnt want to be taken.)