Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I went to the end of the line, but somebody was already there...

I am in a bitchy mood. I think most of you knew that already. However, I will not tell you why because none of you get it. Except for Mao. I love Mao. We had a wonderful little heartfelt talk today before dance. It was wonderful. Mao gets me and nobody else does.

I'm going to bed now.

Abby wandered off at 11:06 p.m.

Blogger Abby mumbled, while downing a shot of tequila:

You just proved my point.

7:35 p.m.  
Blogger Abby mumbled, while downing a shot of tequila:

Okay then.

STOP MAKING SUCH A BIG DEAL ABOUT ME HANGING OUT WITH MY BOYFRIEND, OKAY? WHAT HIM AND I DO IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. I ONLY GET TO SEE HIM ONCE A WEEK AND FRIDAY IS OUR DAY. YOU DON'T GET IT. I EFFING LOVE HIM. I LOVE ADAM!

Now shut the hell up and let me stew.

7:50 p.m.  
Blogger Abby mumbled, while downing a shot of tequila:

I did mind when you "made fun" of Sean. He is afraid of you. You still make fun of him, yet you don't realize that I still love him too, although not in the way that I used to. I hate it when you all "make fun" of him and us.

12:55 p.m.  
Blogger Abby mumbled, while downing a shot of tequila:

Why does this remind me of that wonderful arguement through comments about that time when I didn't say hi to anyone because I was depressed because we were talking about alcoholism in English?

I'm not the one that's being immature here. Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it.

3:08 p.m.  

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