The only reason I maintain this P.O.S. (piece of shit) blog is so that Missy R. can keep up with me, without actually having to call. The things I'll do for a friend...
Truth is I'm pretty much bored with it. It's not authentic, it's completely censored and I just don't want to share my whole fucking head with ex boyfriends and others who know who I am, but don't really know who I am. Get it? Yeah, I didn't think so.
I want to rant about how some of my friends suck, that they're selfish and I often imagine life without them around, not dead or anything, but not in my life. I have so many good and exciting things going on and you are not one of them. You use me and when I need you, you're never there, and you're not very funny or cool and hanging out with you has become a chore, SO;
that's it. I've made my decision, consider this my two weeks notice, I'm tying up loose ends, then I'm writing you off.
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- ves
- east village, new york, United States
- not that i'd been sitting around toiling over ideas or items, or anything, but in between friends, family, boyfriends, break-ups, drinking, parties, blemishes, job changes, weight loss, weight gain, obsessive working out, not working out at all, quitting smoking, paying rent, birthdays, work, vacations, 3 years passed since the day I decided to start my blog --- Pan three years later
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