gangstaswan

Despite having a really wonderful birthday (which hasn't happened since I turned 21), I'm feeling like my nerves are completely frazzled.

Thanks for the birthday wishes btw!

requiem came down Tuesday. He crashed at my place before moving onto his hotel. Wednesday he took me to a birthday breakfast and dropped me off at work. A little after noon I got a bouquet of flowers delivered from him. They were gorgeous. I need to take a picture of them. Then he picked me up from work and took me home so I could get ready for a birthday dinner. He made me pose like that.



We hit Las Brisas in Laguna Beach. It was a very nice place, other than the menu containing a whopping two dishes without seafood (guacamole and the chicken entree I ended up having). The waiter gave me a chocolate moose for dessert that was incredibly delicious.

It's in the bottom right corner.



Then we went to a strip club! It was awesome. Two of the stripper who approached us were named Jamie.

Thursday we had dinner at Club House (it's where we had our first date) and then watched Pirates 3, which I hate btw.

Friday we slept in late then walked around downtown Huntington Beach. I wore the cute black and white plaid school girl skirt I'd just bought. I'm such a horrible tease!

He wanted ice cream so we went to Pink Berry. He'd never had it so I made him try. I don't think he was impressed. Eventually we were hungry again so we went to Savannah's in Costa Mesa.

I ended up crying halfway through dinner because I knew he'd be dropping me off at home and we'd have to say goodbye. We're not together again but everything just seems easier when he's around. I hate distance. It can kiss my cute little ass.

Any way after I spent another hour crying on his shoulder I came upstairs to find my brother completely intoxicated. I asked what he'd taken and he said, "Oh I don't know. This guy gave me seven pills so I took them." Great. He disappeared and comes back like an hour later with alcohol.

For those keeping track, he's not supposed to have alcohol because he's been so incredibly sick. I can't stop him so whatever.

Saturday it was more of the same.

Sunday he wasn't home.

Tonight he's not home.

I freaked out after seeing his bloody myspace page about how his stupid internet gf broke him. I started looking around the complex for his car. Then I realized I should look at his bank account. He was last in Blythe. What a moron. He fucking stresses me out. Dad says he might take him back home. We'll see what happens.

I just need Squee to morph into a real man to love me and cuddle me.