tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31326482007-09-06T09:37:49.660-05:00Duck and RunPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comBlogger414125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066548565497678172003-10-19T02:29:00.000-05:002003-10-19T02:29:25.340-05:00Since this is a new point in my life I am re-inventing my blog. This means relocating it. I hope to see you there. Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066531872905588642003-10-18T21:51:00.000-05:002003-10-18T21:51:13.106-05:00Waitressing sucks so much. I wanted to cry at one point/ And I think my manageer may have hit on me. Or maybe I was imaging it.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066508947384695712003-10-18T15:29:00.000-05:002003-10-18T15:29:07.133-05:00MostAnnoyingWebpage.com - Most annoying webpage in the world!Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066508315452326102003-10-18T15:18:00.000-05:002003-10-18T15:18:35.360-05:00Chuck likes me. It's for sure. I like Chuck. As a friend, nothing more. There is no attraction I am almost sure.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066402199958983472003-10-17T09:49:00.000-05:002003-10-17T09:54:57.866-05:00Adritha is your Vampire name. You are stunning to look at and to talk to. Noother type of Vampire has your creativity. To become a Vampire,go here: Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066401864426674712003-10-17T09:44:00.000-05:002003-10-17T09:44:23.966-05:00God, I was really stupid wasn't I? I'm reading my archives and realizing Chris treated me like shit the whole time, didn't he? Oh God, I'm an idiot. I'm one of those girls I mocked for being so blind to what their boyfriend is doing to them. I'm as bad as Bill's girlfriend. Sure Chris didn't fuck forty million girls behind my back, but he treated me horribly and I made excuses and defended Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066363473052034642003-10-16T23:04:00.000-05:002003-10-16T23:04:33.153-05:00You need to go here immediatley.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066360473745717502003-10-16T22:14:00.000-05:002003-10-16T22:14:33.650-05:00Goddamnit Natasha I don't need another mother and I don't need your pity. come down off your high horse to the same level as the rest of us mere mortals, you superior bitch. You do NOT have all of the answers.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066360355793720032003-10-16T22:12:00.000-05:002003-10-16T22:12:35.713-05:00Goddamnit Natasha!!! I don't need another mother, alright? And I don't need pity. Get off your high horse and come down to the level of the rest of us mere mortals, you superior bitch. Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066360013037335892003-10-16T22:06:00.000-05:002003-10-16T22:06:53.046-05:00Tomorrow I go up north. Chuck the person will be working on Chuck the truck. I think Chuck kinda likes me a little bit.....but I don't think I like Chuck.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066241344771492962003-10-15T13:09:00.000-05:002003-10-15T13:09:04.760-05:00Newsflash: Waitressing sucks. And on Sat. I'm on my own. I have no problem with the order taking. I've got that down. But so far I have carried exactly one tray. Of salads.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066100451866348062003-10-13T22:00:00.000-05:002003-10-13T22:00:51.986-05:00He lied to me. He told me he was leaving the sixth. He left today the thirteenth. He lied to me. Goddamn him. No wonder he accused me of lieing to him. Logically if he's capable of lieing to me, I MUST be lieng to him, right? It's like getting dumped all over again.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1066011701421421822003-10-12T21:21:00.000-05:002003-10-12T21:21:41.346-05:00Scared yet?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1065751235831984722003-10-09T21:00:00.000-05:002003-10-09T21:00:56.243-05:00I can't do this. I can not do this. I work a shitty paying job, I'm having problems at school, I'm about to lose my licence, my boyfriend of two years dumped me, and there's a chance he might have knocked me up before he left. I can not do this JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1065675040887436432003-10-08T23:50:00.000-05:002003-10-08T23:50:41.140-05:00He's so cute. He's spread out on my bed asleep. Ahhh.....perhaps I'll keep him. Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1065546793864247882003-10-07T12:13:00.000-05:002003-10-07T12:13:13.856-05:00Any one want a dog? Cute little eight month old puppy dog? Free? For $10? No, you misunderstand. I'll pay you to take him.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1065483092681942142003-10-06T18:31:00.000-05:002003-10-06T18:31:32.513-05:00Motherfucker He's a complete assPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1065132501580285652003-10-02T17:08:00.000-05:002003-10-02T17:08:21.616-05:00God, I know Chris misses me. And I miss Chris, so why is this happening????? I can't help it. I need him. And I don't understand how missing me and not having any hope of seeing me is better than missing me and knowing I'm going to be here when he gets back. JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1065024717355770402003-10-01T11:11:00.000-05:002003-10-01T11:11:57.343-05:00How could you do this to me Chris? Don't you know how much I love you? how crazy I am over you? Why? I know you don't care about me the way I care about you. But I do know you care. So why are you doing this to yourself? Why would you rather never see me again instead of seeing me occasionally? Because I can't be friends with you. I care too much. It would hurt way too much to see you and have Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1064953609109248662003-09-30T15:26:00.000-05:002003-09-30T15:26:48.920-05:00I guess it didn't bother him. He avoided me all weekend. I was 20 miles away and he avoided me. I finally got a hold of him last night. He doesn't want to have a girlfriend right now. He doesn't want to put himself through that on top of everything else he has to go through. Ass. So if he's such an ass why does it hurt so much?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1064512362055805772003-09-25T12:52:00.000-05:002003-09-25T12:52:41.450-05:00i have to sart bloggging when the good stuff happens too. I've seen him a couple times since my last post. Justin turned out to be a phsyco stalker boy. And Chris was supposed to call me a couple days from monday. So if he doesn't call me tonight, I am going to call him tomorrow night and explain why this bothers me so much. I don't want to be a bitch, but he's kind of making me be one. I Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1064263037178553612003-09-22T15:37:00.000-05:002003-09-22T15:37:16.826-05:00God.....I'm just going to hurt someone.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1063822820096454662003-09-17T13:20:00.001-05:002003-09-17T13:20:19.993-05:00Chris, We need to talk, God, I hate that phrase as much as the next person, but we do. You’re confusing me again, and I don’t like it. I feel like I’m trapped in some warped mind game. One minute you are this incredible guy and it seems like you’re almost as crazy about me as I am about you. And then the next thing I know you’re being completely distant and it seems like I don’t know Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1063822813687406502003-09-17T13:20:00.000-05:002003-09-17T13:20:13.586-05:00Chris still hasn't called me. I'm really very hurt. I don't like admitting that, but I am. And it makes it so much harder to say no to other boys when he does this to me. Speaking of, I met a guy. His name is Justin. He's an ok guy. His girlfriend is in the army. He's called me twice so far in the last two days an dwould really like to go out with me. Chris and I really need to talk about somePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1063591412171822082003-09-14T21:03:00.000-05:002003-09-14T21:03:32.083-05:00Ass. Complete ass I called Chris. His mother says hold on, walks away for a couple minutes and then gets on the phone and hurriedly says, "he left to do something with Adam" *click* Bullshit. I don't believe he went anywhere. I think she's lying for him. And if he did go somewhere he's still in trouble, b/c he didn't have time for me this weekend, but he's got time for Adam? Um, not cool. Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.com