Sunday, September 13, 2009
"It’s getting so hard to be around you. Because every time I see you, I see a stranger. You’ve changed, and I just miss the person you used to be. The one that cared, the one that wouldn’t ever hurt me, not if they could help it. But now, now all you care about is yourself. Maybe you never did care in the first place, I’m not sure. All I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. Nothing is left of you. Everything’s changed, and I miss the person you used to be."
So I haven't posted much lately. I feel like there hasn't been much to really post about. This weekend was not too bad. I was miserable on Friday from working overtime. I went home and laid around all night. Which is a good thing because it was payday and I wasn't out spending my money.
I'm finally done with paying my car insurance till December. Thaaank god. Two months off. WooHoo.
Saturday I went to the track. I had planned on going out after but my dad was going good and I'm superstitious about that stuff. He made it two quarter finals and won a little bit of money. I can't wait till we take it all the way one night.
I spent most of the day with Linda and Sabrina. She is so cute. She was drawing on my EnV touch pretty much all day/night and taking pictures of everyone. She is going to be a character when she gets older.
Sunday was my lazy day. I gathered up my clothes and pretty much laid around all day. I think I have way too many outfits for my own good. Yet I never have anything to wear. Nothing else good to blog about I guess.
xo.
I'm finally done with paying my car insurance till December. Thaaank god. Two months off. WooHoo.
Saturday I went to the track. I had planned on going out after but my dad was going good and I'm superstitious about that stuff. He made it two quarter finals and won a little bit of money. I can't wait till we take it all the way one night.
I spent most of the day with Linda and Sabrina. She is so cute. She was drawing on my EnV touch pretty much all day/night and taking pictures of everyone. She is going to be a character when she gets older.
Sunday was my lazy day. I gathered up my clothes and pretty much laid around all day. I think I have way too many outfits for my own good. Yet I never have anything to wear. Nothing else good to blog about I guess.
xo.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Kinda makes me mad because I feel like everyone lied to me. Like I wasn't wanted, then preceeded to not answer my text. Like it's not that big of a deal, I don't care that much.
Whatever.
I went to barroom last night for Kay's birthday, spent waayyy too much on shots but I had a good night. Went home and passed the hell out.
I don't really have any plans for tonight and to be honest I am really just wanting to stay home. Maybe I'll do something interesting tomorrow.
xo.
Whatever.
I went to barroom last night for Kay's birthday, spent waayyy too much on shots but I had a good night. Went home and passed the hell out.
I don't really have any plans for tonight and to be honest I am really just wanting to stay home. Maybe I'll do something interesting tomorrow.
xo.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Emma, do you know why dogs are so quick to wag their tails and cats are so quick to purr? Even the ones that have been lonely, abused, and betrayed?
Because, as is true of all animals, they were instilled with the distant awareness that no matter what the world shows them, they're still deeply loved and needed, that their presence alone has made a difference, and that in just the shake of a leg, seemingly without reason or rhyme, everything can fantastically change for the better.
As is true of all people, except sometimes they tend to forget.
Because, as is true of all animals, they were instilled with the distant awareness that no matter what the world shows them, they're still deeply loved and needed, that their presence alone has made a difference, and that in just the shake of a leg, seemingly without reason or rhyme, everything can fantastically change for the better.
As is true of all people, except sometimes they tend to forget.
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