I’ve officially moved in, I am stealing jewelry. Well not stealing so much as commandeering until my jewelry gets fixed, and I could have it if I asked but the point is there. And anyone who doesn’t know the situation is nice and confused.
I have 28 minutes left on my phone… shit... I could use that in one sitting talking to a deaf person. I need to stop talking so much, I talk to everyone my sister, Lindsey Domenick, my mom, my boss, even Aidan lately and no one is on my fucking plan except Lorenzo who I am not really talking to all that much these days, more than I should but not very much. I should turn off my phone for a few days only turn it on nights and weekends. Yeah… right I would die, my boss would kill me for one and then there’s people who can only talk during the day like Domenick, and my sister is so fucking hard to get a hold of she works just as much as me. I just need to up the minutes on my plan… again… I suppose it’s not so bad it’s only half a bill right? And it’s better than $.35/ min in overages, but really a person who works 10-12 hours a day should not be able to use 1500 minutes during peak time in like what 10 days… this is bullshit.
But enough about phone bills how boring is that lets go on to my birthday… j/k but it does amuse me that there is 69 days left… I’m almost old.
Lindsey is a total bitch. She told me to say that… but it wouldn’t have slowed me down if she hadn’t she's not getting any and she’s taking it out on me. Maybe I should give her some just to shut her up… I love ya linds :) promise. I’m not getting any either and I’m just fucking dandy. I’m sweet and kind and all that shit.
apparently my blog (and life) is far more interesting if you only read one word every three lines. i should try that
in other news lindsey has totally lost it and has given me domenick for like the sexth time this time for phone sex... i think ill pass... maybe. she thinks that she's evil and im nice, but really i'm evil and shes nice. (muah ha muah ha ha ha) oh no evil laugh out loud.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
