I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked

I write because I can.

And obviously someone is liking it, because I see ya clicking on here. That's right, bitch. You there. I see you.

So, I'm pretty excited to start "working-out" tomorrow. I plan on jogging for at least a few miles 5 days out of the week so that I can lose at least 30/40 lbs by next year for my cousin's wedding. It may be her wedding; but I wanna be the hottest one there. I have a reputation to live up to. And I need to get a date before I go. So I'm hoping that if I can get extra cute; I can convince someone to go with me....sober.

I hate clicking on Facebook pages and seeing ex's flirt with the guy I like. I wanna crawl in a hole and die. It's like, "Yeah, I know he had his dick in you and you both like tattoos. Please stop flirting with him though because lately his dick has been in me and it makes me wanna barf when you do it so publicly."

But whatever.
I'm just a piece of ass to him anyway.
So maybe I should get over it.
Because he'll prolly end up back with them again anyway.
Or someone else.
That's not me.

So.

I should breathe and ignore it.

*sigh*

I haven't done anything amazing lately. So if you were planning on reading something just completely mind-boggling; I've failed you. Or you've failed yourself for clicking on here in the first place. I'll go with the latter. Less guilt for me.

I'm hoping to get out of my boy depression soon.

OHHHHH.
But wait!

I haven't slept with that many people.
Not many AT ALL.
So what are the chances that my little brother ends up working with one of the guys I have???
My brother has been talking to him for weeks without even knowing.
And today he decides to tell everyone at his work that he had anal sex with me.

I'm not saying this is a gross thing.
I'm not knocking it for those of you that do it.
But I'm NOT for that.
NOT at all.
It just sounds like hemroids waiting to happen.
And gay.

And if I had done it; then okay, I'd prolly be pissed still that he was telling a bunch of strangers....but because I haven't; I'm extra pissed.

I wish my brother weren't such a pussy and would beat his face in.

I may do it for him though.

I hate sex-ers and tellers.
And that's why I'll be putting my app in to be a nun.
Please, Pope, let me in so I can masturbate all alone in boredom and wait to be impregnanted by Jesus. *crosses fingers*

Take Everything But The Fire

I'm in a better mood, at least.
That's something.

So, my ex, has backed off a little bit since a few days ago. I maybe get 10 phone calls a day now from him...maybe 7 txt messages. They've kinda migrated from, "Hey, bitch, grow up," to "I don't wanna be your whole life...I just wanna be your favorite part...".

Really?

What. A. Charmer.

I know I should be grateful that he has backed off on the mean stuff, but I think sometimes I'd rather hear it than the suck-up-I-love-you-baby stuff. Because he doesn't love me or he wouldn't hate everything about me. And he doesn't exactly hate everything about me if he's so obsessed with me that he can't think straight. So. He needs to go back on those bipolar meds. That's probably the best thing for him.

Do I want to be his friend anymore?
See.
I wish I could just sit here and say, "Hell no"...but it's hard for me to turn my back on anyone. It's a character flaw, probably. Maybe I'll fix it soon. Because now even thinking about being his friend again makes me wanna throw myself into an on-coming sno-cone truck. Maybe the sno-cone man would take pity on me and give me a free one. Tiger's Blood, baybeh!

Anyways.

SO. I also got to see my Amberz today. :) It wasn't too eventful though. Do you ever have soo many things to tell someone and soo many things to discuss, that you end up freezing on everything you were going to say and end up not talking about anything? Because that's what happened on my part. She kept throwing things out there to discuss and I would, but when it came time to discuss my life I just kept shooting blanks. I gave a quick synopsis on everything. Maybe if I had gave the long version, I could've finished my plum wine. Which, by the way, isn't bad but isn't good. So, that was that. I guess it was good times. Could've been way better though.

I think my little brother's girlfriend broke up with him. But I'm not sure. She wrote on Facebook, "Just want to let everyone know, because I won't be able to get on the internet until Tuesday, but I'm not with Andrew anymore!!!".

Bitch.
Grow up. Stop Facebooking your breakups.

Makes me kinda sad for him, because he thought she was the one and whatnot. They've been together for about 2 years...ish...maybe only a year and a few months. But still. That's a while. He spent almost all his money on her. Bought her a $75 necklace when she was having period cramps. I said Midol was cheaper, but what do I know, right???

Oh well though. Poor, Bubbie. I guess it's back to watching porn on his iPod and chatting it up with girls that were way better than his current girlfriend anyway. They might even be cheaper.

As far as my relationship shit goes...it's going.

HOPEfully, I will get to hang out with a certain someone soon. Even if I am on my period, I will still makeout hardcore. I'm that desperate for some kind of touching. I will be a kissing whore.

And that's that. For now. I suppose. I feel like I still got a lot to say.
But I don't.

Peace. Out.