...you know what i heard? she has a secret lover who works on a farm. eww!
everyone knows about livejournal; i don't feel the need to express my feelings towards my many states of life. that stuff is for close friends anyway, not weezerlvr87 from new jersey. i really don't know what i'll end up writing in here that can't be said in email or face to face, but i'm willing to take the journey. who knows, i might meet my future husband on blogger.commer! hey baby!
lately i feel like nicole doesn't care to like me. lately? almost the whole time we've lived together, i feel so distant from her. she'll make me mad and i say something to a stone face. nothing ever changes. her stupid dog ripped up my grandmother's couch. i cried, i talked to her twice about how upset i was...and she said nothing but "sorry." he can eat my bra, poop in my bathroom everyday, eat my make up and japanese doll, but he is not allowed to eat my couch. i guess i shouldn't fabricate the damage done. the couch is still in sitting order- he just ripped up all the ends to the back cushions and chewed up a pen on it. am i wrong for expecting her to pay me? i know it can't be recovered, but money should be bestowed/bequethed (they are both so great, i put 'em to use!) upon thy self. it's hard for me to remember that everyone's morals aren't like mine.
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