BUT NOT ME?
WHO LET YOU SNEAK INTO HER ROOM AT 6 IN THE MORNING EVERY SATURDAY TO WATCH POKEMON? ME.
WHO LET YOU EAT AL THE COOKIES WE HAD? ME!
WHO HID YOU IN HER CLOSET WHEN YOUR MOMMA WAS THREATENING TO BEAT YOU WITH A BROOM? ME!!
WHO TALKED THE PRINCIPLE OUT OF GETTING YOU EXPELLED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL? ME!!!!!
DO I EVEN GET A THANK YOU or I MISS YOU or SORRY FOR TBEING THE WORST GUY YOU HAVE HAD IN YOUR LIFE?
NO.
It’s official. We done. Ish a wrap. Fortune Cookie is now my favorite cousin, you; go to hell.
itsbenderland:
I know what you are thinking, and what you are probably feeling, but listen to me sweetheart, don’t think of this as a setback; it’s just a different path.
Those idiots who are laughing at you are simply that, idiots. We all know you gave it your all. Youre the only girl I know that:
- Hates…
This is a complementary post right? Or is it sarcastic… I can’t tell… Oh wait, ne-herrrr mind
So in the end of a turbulent start to the week, Kevin managed to make me smile with both his chair-flipping act in AP Gov and his little act after the banquet. He pulled me back together. After 7 years spent with that goofball, I think I might miss him. I will post the picture of us later (The one Monique took 30 years to take)
Only chair-flipping Kevin can come up with his signature moves that eventually land him in trouble. But, either way, his shh-ing and awkward closeness/petting did kind of…sort of… get my mind off things. Monique’s mom and I had a good talk while she was away, it helped to put things into perspective.
Carlos…. that’s a different story, but his look said what his mouth didn’t and that was enough for me.
Now it’s Sydalske’s turn to provide input. Whatever he says in the following 2 weeks will tie everything together for me. Good or bad.
I will regret it later, but oh well. I’m too tired. Plus I have to drag myself out to the Elks lodge earlier than I thought. Semi-formal they said… So dress and heels? Got it. I’m dressing the Diannara way yo
Can you guess who you are? I bet you can. You’re smart.
