I have an angel on my shoulder, a devil on my hip.
everything has been a blur lately
a lot less computer time, mom’s on a healthy kick, cruise in 6 weeks,
i neeed a job
school always sucks
boyfriend- stop being so insecure, i adore you.
ex- we will be friends, whether you have to get over it or not. letting people walk away may be easier than handling things but it will eave you unanswered questions in the long run
best friend- men are dicks, worry about you. get your community service, passport, school community service, sports med hours, and everything else done
“No Seconds” - a series by Henry Hargreaves that recreates the last meals that were served to inmates on death row (Source: Dripbook)
Fuck yeah, I’d go out watching LOTR too.
(via mic-cosmar)
2-15
school blah blah blah
at least algebra 2 is making since the 3rd time around.
Valentines day was amazing, two pandora charms, flowers, chocolates, a card, and sweethearts. Dinner at Red Robin, then hookah. Amazing bud the entire journey.
Today my ex needed a place to hang while his friend was working, so I let him chill. Dani was over so it’d not look as bad. I’m glad it is getting easier to have normal conversations, soon we’ll be able to laugh and carry on almost like before.
goodnight moon
I just finished putting MTB lyrics on Joe’s Giant card and signing it and wrapping Danielle’s stuff. My mom made lemon pepper chicken breast to go along with her diet. Yummy shit.
I’m talking to my ex on skype. Joe asked me not to talk to him and I feel like this is just my telling him that but it’s not. I adore Joe I REALLY do. I just don’t want to end a friendship. I mean he fucked up, we both did, he just struck the last, and lowest, blow. If I can forgive him Joe should let it be. Then again I guess that’s the problem. I’ll probably just keep it to a very low minimum of talking.
I hope tomorrow is a great day, last year was really nice. This will be a little more formal, I’m afraid we won’t be able to find seats fo dinner. I think I’ll just take him to my sunset spot to smoke, let him choose dinner, and bring him back to my house to make chocolate covered strawberries.



