So yeah. Ed and I got into a screaming argument in the car yesterday on the way to Bill and Paul's. He made me cry. It wasn't really my fault this time though... I started out being nice. And then when I tried to get reassurance from him that I was important to him, that I didn't rank second to anyone, he couldn't provide it. I don't even want to talk about it, I'm so sick of fighting with him and even sicker of him pretending it's just me. Everything's okay though, now.
Bill and Paul's party was cool. I saw alot of people I haven't gotten to hang out with in forever... Linda and Jay being the two I was most pleased to see. We stayed until about 7, saw everyone. Good stuff. On the way home we stopped at Blockbuster and
I saw Bob, my 12th-grade prom date.
This bitch is yammering on and on to me on Yahoo about stupid Indiana. I've never been, I don't care, and now I'm trying to decipher the easiest way to tell her to be silent.
Date night tonight, assuming my mom will watch the wee biscuit.
Bill and Paul's party was cool. I saw alot of people I haven't gotten to hang out with in forever... Linda and Jay being the two I was most pleased to see. We stayed until about 7, saw everyone. Good stuff. On the way home we stopped at Blockbuster and
I saw Bob, my 12th-grade prom date.
This bitch is yammering on and on to me on Yahoo about stupid Indiana. I've never been, I don't care, and now I'm trying to decipher the easiest way to tell her to be silent.
Date night tonight, assuming my mom will watch the wee biscuit.
tadzi:
wee biscut *L* i love euphemisms for babies. my sister refers to her kids as "pods"