my mouth tastes like blood and i hate most of my friends.
you know that scene from the movie where the woman is excited to see her husband so she dresses up all pretty and makes a candle-lit dinner and sits and waits and waits and the husband never comes so the wife sheds a single tear, mutters some things about "how typical" and tenderly washes the dishes. when the jerk finally comes in at midnight the candles are burned to a puddle, the dinner is cold, and the wife is asleep in her dress on the couch. the husband shakes his head and blows out the candles which symbolizes the fire of their marriage depreciating into the depressing mess of wax.
yeah thats never happened to me, but ending up in a marriage like that is probably one of my worst nightmares. and THAT may be why i am oversensitive about being shafted by my boyfriend tonight. yeah realize that makes no sense but i'm a girl and i don't have to make sense.
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every time i look at your blog, i see "and i hate most of my friends." i wish that wasn't there. it makes me think you mean me. luckily, i know you can't ever hate me. basically what i'm saying is, UPDATE!
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