tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31326482011-04-21T19:48:38.804-05:00Duck and RunNot yet rated-May not be suitable for all agesPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comBlogger4141100tag: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 him 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 toPsychobabblenoreply@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 you 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 some Psychobabblenoreply@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.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1063578919436314252003-09-14T17:35:00.000-05:002003-09-14T17:35:19.416-05:00I should call Chris tonight.
I should.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1063484155346943042003-09-13T15:15:00.000-05:002003-09-14T17:34:55.896-05:00He showed up and surprised me that Thursday.
brought me shiny things.
We went to the Aerosmith concert. That was fun.
And then Chris totally blew it by being an ASS.
want to hear about it?
So I called Chris. Wanted to find out what he was doing this weekend. And he hadn't called me like he said he was going to so I was a little upset.
Well, he was all pissy about something or other( God knows Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1062555713305053202003-09-02T21:21:00.000-05:002003-09-02T21:21:53.296-05:00He's home. He called me.
Now I knew I probably wasn't going to get to see him until Saturday, but I asked anyway, and Chris pointed out he had just gotten home and should probably spend some time there and I totally agreed with him.
Then he called me back. He was going to come down here, but he had to take Cody to get his license.
I was so happy though, Chris totally gets bonus points for Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1062451042915341812003-09-01T16:17:00.000-05:002003-09-01T16:17:22.960-05:00My boy comes home tomorrow. Yay!!!!Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1062130340743017892003-08-28T23:12:00.000-05:002003-08-28T23:12:20.790-05:00My apoligies. I had a momentary episode of insane jealousy. I know better than that. Chris isn't that type of guy. He may give off the attitude of a bad boy, but he still has this moral code. God, I love him.
I miss him so much. He'll be home in a few more days. I'm going to get Aerosmith tickets for the 6th. He'll like that. :-)Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1061948296183392772003-08-26T20:38:00.000-05:002003-08-26T20:38:16.170-05:00Ok. Today is the 26. So where is Chris?
Washington.
Until the 2nd now. Why is he doing this?
3 days ago he couldn't wait to come home, 3 days ago he wanted to see me. Over the weekend he changed his mind.
So who the hell did he meet and whats her name?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1061435865434899872003-08-20T22:17:00.001-05:002003-08-20T22:17:45.450-05:00and I REALLY hate it when posts disappear and then reappearPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1061435836612081512003-08-20T22:17:00.000-05:002003-08-20T22:17:16.630-05:00I really hate when posts disappear.
Recap: Chris-home-8/26
Me-classes-goodPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1061435631225246332003-08-20T22:13:00.000-05:002003-08-20T22:13:51.256-05:00Yay! Yipee! Chris comes home on the 26th!
I hope he's not expecting me to pick him up. I'll be in classes
Speaking of, class was good, different, but good. i kinda like itPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1061271620237449182003-08-19T00:40:00.000-05:002003-08-19T00:40:20.160-05:00Adam hit on me. Totally and blatantly hit on me.
Worse yet, I kinda liked it.
He's Chris's friend, I'm Chris's girlfriend. Even if I was prone to cheating, which I'm not, thank you very much, I would not pick a close friend of his as the guy I was going to cheat with. That's just stupid.
But I wanted to. Very much.
God, we were both high, naturally. (Chris needs to come home soon, I've been Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1060496583098535082003-08-10T01:23:00.000-05:002003-08-19T00:42:05.163-05:00Updating my other site. somewhat....still very behind.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1060492169670032952003-08-10T00:09:00.000-05:002003-08-10T00:09:29.746-05:00Dude, I was so ripped last night.
Two bowls between the three of us.
And then we did a wake and bake. And a couple more bowls.
We smoked a dime and then some because Scott had gotten some off of Dan's dad for nothing.
But yeah.
It was good stuff.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1060320341623216802003-08-08T00:25:00.000-05:002003-08-20T22:30:59.400-05:00Yes the boy called me multiple times and I got a whole bunch of postcards from him (one every couple of days)
I got home today and found a message on my machine. He has decided to go up to his dad's for awhile before coming home.
he won't be back until the 26th.
God I miss him.
I miss him a hell of a lot.
It kind of bothers me. If I can't handle three weeks, how will I deal with three months Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1058897434983969112003-07-22T13:10:00.000-05:002003-08-20T22:31:50.266-05:00Chris is going to Mexico, California and other places on a graduation gift of a trip.
He SAYS he's going to call me.
It would be nice, but.....I don't know. I'm a little skeptical.
I just don't want to be disapointed, you know?
I need a job. Badly. I still have not found one.
Anyone know of one???Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1058307003943626892003-07-15T17:10:00.000-05:002003-07-15T17:14:04.590-05:00Soooooooo............yeah it sucked.
I started letting Justin, the guy I was working with at McD's, hang around. Take me out, buy me shit, a little goodnight kiss or two, you know.
Then Chris called me. Wants to see me.
I said ok.
I can't hep it, ok? I'm crazy about the bastard. There's no logical reason to get back together with him, other than it just feels right when he's around.
We both Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-1057367682418402162003-07-04T20:14:00.000-05:002003-07-04T20:14:42.450-05:00Chris and I broke up.
It was messy.
Basically, he got me stoned, took advantadge of me and the let his buddy have a turn.
As soon as I find the Neenah library I'll let you know more about it, ok?
Basically, it sucked ass.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-950867722003-05-30T11:40:00.000-05:002003-05-30T11:40:54.756-05:00Dr. Perez is sending me to some specialest who is probably going to want to stick a tube down my throat. Oh joy.
Chris is going to his dad's for the month of July.
Not this week but the week after it, I'm going down to Appleton to look for an apt.
Mr. Jack #7 Daniels, the puppy, (which I just realized I never told you about) got his shots a couple days ago and is not happy with me.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-947882662003-05-23T10:02:00.000-05:002003-05-23T10:02:49.940-05:00Chris is so damn confusing. Sometimes he can be a real ass and other times he's all sweet like.
Last night, my ulcer was killing me. So he ran to the grocery store(which he hates) to buy me milk.
JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-943392392003-05-14T12:47:00.000-05:002003-05-14T12:47:02.956-05:00James girlfriend was/is a mooch.
I kicked them out.
James told everyone in town that I fucked him.
No one believes it, thank God.
Chris wasn't even worried about it.
JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-931172462003-04-23T10:38:00.000-05:002003-04-23T10:38:37.343-05:00Mrs. Berth died.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-918569782003-04-02T12:11:00.000-06:002003-04-02T12:11:33.686-06:00He's driving me crazy. He's being all pissy again. It's like, what the hell did I do now?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-917782142003-04-01T10:01:00.000-06:002003-04-01T10:01:44.390-06:00Ok, so Friday night, Chris calls me. I'm at work.
"Can you call me back after work?"
"Yeah, I guess."
So I call him up, ask him "What do you want?"
"Where are you right now?"
"I'm on my way home to shower and stuff, what do you want?"
"You still gotta go through the Falls?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember where Chuck's place is?"
"Yeah"
"Where?"
"On the corner by the gas station, what do you want?"
"I Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-915579902003-03-28T12:13:00.000-06:002003-03-28T12:13:16.780-06:00I want him back.
I want a second chance.
But most of all, I want him to want me.
And I want that 1978 cherry red Ford Bronco.
Yummy.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-914193092003-03-26T10:37:00.000-06:002003-03-26T10:37:05.793-06:00He didn't spend the night Wed. Didn't even bother to call. Or return my phone calls all week.
So I broke up with him.
I went and got my stuff yesterday. I think he's hurt, b/c he was all quiet, he looks like hell, and he couldn't look me in the face.
If he would just make an effort to get me back he could have me.
I love him. I want to be with him. I've told him this multiple times, but he still Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-909287652003-03-18T10:02:00.000-06:002003-03-18T10:02:54.810-06:00Got tickets to Ozzfest. Have a buddy w/a pop-up camper.
Chris was so excited, wait, no he wasn't.
Assmunch.
Someone has had a stick up his ass lately, and he best consider removing it.
My buddy james has been staying at my place since last Saturday. If I wasn't on the rag, I probably would have fucked around on Chris by now.
Took the baby truck out in the mud.Played around. Broke James's Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-900101532003-03-02T14:07:00.000-06:002003-03-02T14:07:19.936-06:00My place is not equipped with a phone never mind a computer.
And an overdue book has me afraid to show my face at the library.
The whole "my place" thing is working out pretty well. I am having so much fun.
Seriously partied for the first time last night, that was cool.
Kim-fucked up
Ferret-fucked up
Scott-got pissed, went to sleep at Kims(downstairs apt.)
Adam AKA Fife-passed out on the Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-886025882003-02-05T12:53:00.000-06:002003-02-05T12:53:54.756-06:00Got my own place, hence the large amount of silence.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-880545972003-01-26T12:28:00.000-06:002003-01-26T12:28:06.466-06:00Got job back at McD's
God I hate that place.
Am moving in the first couple weeks of Feb. hopefully. Apt. across the hall from the one we were going to get opened up.
Has one more room, but still has a f-cked up layout.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-879662502003-01-24T11:54:00.000-06:002003-01-24T11:54:28.603-06:00Cross your fingers and wish me luck. I'm going to go apply at the cheese factory.
(don't look at me like that)Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-876429822003-01-18T11:05:00.000-06:002003-01-18T11:05:00.040-06:00Fuck.
I love him.
But I can't tell him. B/c I am a wussy little girl, and I don't feel like being rejected right now.
Maybe later, ok?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-874779882003-01-15T09:16:00.000-06:002003-01-15T09:16:56.000-06:00Correction: Chris is NOT a Marine.
Apparently, until you go through Basic training, you are not a Marine. You are merely owned by the military.
He leaves October 6 for Basic.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-874206262003-01-14T09:30:00.000-06:002003-01-14T09:30:04.830-06:00Chris is a Marine now.
I'm not sure I am ok with it(not that it matters)
On one hand, I want him to be happy and doing something he likes, but on the other hand I kinda want him to be alive for a couple more years.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-873849082003-01-13T20:02:00.000-06:002003-01-13T20:02:10.513-06:00Oh-kay.
I had a post.
It was there.
And now,
it's not.
????Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-873292572003-01-12T19:48:00.000-06:002003-01-12T19:48:46.793-06:00I have a rash. From the mono. It itches like crazy.
Ergh.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-872514662003-01-10T22:56:00.000-06:002003-01-10T22:56:44.130-06:00Oh.
I have mono.
Want to hear my theory?
One of Chris's other girlfriend was sucking on his neck, that night the door was locked so she would have enough time to sneak out the front door, and her germ-laden salivia was all over his neck. So when I went and bit him, I picked up all those nasty ass germs and contracted mono.
So you see, it's really all his fault.
Jennie
PS. No, he does not have Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-872513722003-01-10T22:53:00.000-06:002003-01-10T22:53:54.830-06:00I found the apartment I want. It's bee-you-tee-ful. I like it. And I want it.
But I need a job.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-870146762003-01-06T11:44:00.000-06:002003-01-06T11:44:11.620-06:00BTW
Chris called me that same night and it's all better now.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-870146402003-01-06T11:43:00.000-06:002003-01-06T11:43:21.680-06:00I quit my job.
Oh shit. That was not the brightest thing I've ever done. I dhould've waited until I'd found a new job.
JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-868960902003-01-03T17:02:00.000-06:002003-01-03T17:02:11.056-06:00Are you happy Christopher? You're the first guy in a long time to make me want to cry.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-868960572003-01-03T17:01:00.000-06:002003-01-03T17:01:19.416-06:00I fucked up.
I called him. Yeah, I know, I wasn't going to do that. I was going to apoligize. Yeah, I know, I wasn't going to do that either.
Well, I didn't. Instead I got pissed off (again) and said some really nasty shit and yeah, I don't think this is going to get fixed anytime soon.
FuckPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-867656832002-12-31T17:10:00.000-06:002002-12-31T17:10:01.580-06:00I can buy ciggarettes today.
LegallyPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-867653302002-12-31T16:58:00.000-06:002002-12-31T16:58:30.926-06:00Wild sex. hah. I wish.
I've been pissed off at him before. But this is the first time he's been pissed off back.
I'm not calling him. Fuck that.
He can call me.
And I'll give him two weeks. Then I'm going to call and ask for my dvd player back.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-867261722002-12-30T22:07:00.000-06:002002-12-30T22:07:27.226-06:00Fuck it.
I'm not apoligizing.
Because, I'm not sorry. And I'm not going to lie to you and pretend I am.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-866375682002-12-28T16:45:00.000-06:002002-12-28T16:45:25.053-06:00So I enroll at Fox Valley. I move to Shawno. With Nat. We share an apartment. Carpool to school. Am miserable for the next two years.
Or. I go to Washington. Where I don't know anyone. Alone. Am miserable for the next two years.
Ergh
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-864991742002-12-24T19:55:00.000-06:002002-12-24T19:55:32.003-06:00I miss you. A lot. How do you do that to me???Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-864990692002-12-24T19:50:00.000-06:002002-12-24T19:50:45.263-06:00I got footie pajamas. Pajamas with little footsies attatched to the bottom. Er, thank you?
It was sweet of the kid (Carolyn, the 6yr old)Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-864096432002-12-22T16:46:00.000-06:002002-12-22T16:46:45.146-06:00It was very good sex.
Sorry. I know. Details are gross. But I can't help it. It was good and I want to talk about it.
It's not like I'm leaving the randy details on your answering machine, right?
You can always stop reading. Anytime. Really.
OK.
Yes, we were sitting on the couch and about two minutes after Dawn (his mother) and Cody (Chris's brother) pull out to go to work, he pulls the "Can we Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-863811172002-12-21T21:00:00.000-06:002002-12-21T21:00:53.696-06:00I gave him his Christmas present. He liked it.
I got a roadside emergency kit. (Flares flashlight jumpercables 1st aid kit (complete w/ibprofen) and all sorts of shit) I like it.
No, really. I'm not being sarcastic! I thought it was sweet.
"I didn't want you to be stranded on the side of the f-ing road"
It's sweet.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-863805552002-12-21T20:41:00.000-06:002002-12-21T20:41:08.900-06:00God, I love him. I do. Don't look at me like that.
Fucker.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-863093712002-12-20T01:38:00.000-06:002002-12-20T01:38:17.706-06:00
Brought to you by Ying of tian-caiNET!
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-863091942002-12-20T01:30:00.000-06:002002-12-20T01:30:54.726-06:00
WHAT "ALTERNATIVE" HOLLYWOOD STARLETTE ARE YOU?
this quiz was made by the sunni bunni bear
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-863069482002-12-20T00:11:00.000-06:002002-12-20T00:11:44.920-06:00Ha! I knew it!
What Pattern Are You?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-862297332002-12-18T12:41:00.000-06:002002-12-18T12:41:28.246-06:00Soon my friends. Soon. I promise to write a nice long commentary or a violent rant or maybe both. Soon. But not now.
JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-861926482002-12-17T18:41:00.000-06:002002-12-17T18:41:30.900-06:00Alrighty then.
An army recuiter is coming to talk to me. Tomorrow. 3pm Perhaps I should tell my mother now? Perhaps.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-860133712002-12-14T20:54:00.000-06:002002-12-14T20:54:22.710-06:00The poor little chair Should have listened to it's mother.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-858725492002-12-11T21:06:00.000-06:002002-12-11T21:06:04.626-06:00Ergh. It would make sense to do it. Except for the reason that I already pointed out.
Following Chris would be a very stupid reason to join the army. And how would I know whether or not that was the reason I was doing it?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-857921212002-12-10T11:56:00.000-06:002002-12-10T11:56:34.433-06:00The army? If I join the army everyone will assume it's because Chris did. And that would be a stupid reason to join the army.
But they would give me a regular paycheck. And training, that would count towards an associate degree in food preperation and dietary management.
And not joining because of what other people would think is also a stupid reason not to do something. So yeah.
FuckPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-857088002002-12-08T21:54:00.000-06:002002-12-08T21:54:11.083-06:00Shhh. Don't talk yet. I'm sorry, ok? I can't help it. I don't like the thought of you leaving. I don't like the thought of you getting sent overseas. I don't like the thought of you getting shot at, jumping out of planes, coming home in a box.
It makes me go all scared like, and I don't like to talk about it.
But it's what you want to do, for real. It's not a game. And it's important to you. So Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-857086422002-12-08T21:50:00.000-06:002002-12-08T21:55:20.000-06:00I got accepted to North Seatle. Do I really want to move to Washington? I don't know.
I don't know if Chris's still going to wind up stationed there. He's decided to go into the Army, the Rangers. Instead of being a Military Police. The Rangers are a specialized unit. He might not wind up there.
I don't know. Perhaps I should talk to the boy?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-855064092002-12-04T17:20:00.000-06:002002-12-04T17:20:02.013-06:00Asshole. She's not a goddamned dog you can swat with a goddamned newspaper. Asshole.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-854142072002-12-02T22:07:00.000-06:002002-12-02T22:08:57.000-06:00FUCK
Uh-oh.
Ok, I was all mad at Chris on Saturday. Very much so. So....later that day, I'm shopping. At Wal-mart. This truck pulls into the parking lot. My jaw drops. It's a 1950something (55, 56, something) El Camino on a 1960something(66?) Ford truck chassie. Very nice.
So I left a note. Said note stated, "I am really incredibley impressed by your truck. I love it. I usually never ever do thisPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-853040992002-11-30T14:47:00.000-06:002002-11-30T14:47:34.830-06:00I just don't get it.
Two weeks ago I would have followed him anywhere.
And I think I just broke up with him.
What happened?Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-853040622002-11-30T14:46:00.000-06:002002-11-30T14:46:18.656-06:00Well, I have my dvd player now.
I didn't talk to him though.
He left it on the table.
Asshole.
He kept the remote.
I'll give him until next week. Then I'll call and ask for it.
I want to know what happened. He sure didn't protest a hell of a lot.
Unless he's just really dense and thought I just wanted the dvd player for the weekend.
I don't know.
JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-852783302002-11-29T21:02:00.000-06:002002-11-29T21:02:41.623-06:00My favorite quote today: "So we said, 'Fuck her, fuck him, fuck you, fuck me. Let's go get fucked.' And we did."
On an unrelated note, I want my dvd player from his house. I'm going to do it this time.
I didn't get, "What happened?" I didn't get "Are you alright?" I got "Oh, ok"
You didn't think that might hurt, you dumbass? Fuck it. If you don't want to care why should I? Why would I waste my Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-852782082002-11-29T20:58:00.000-06:002002-11-29T20:58:28.620-06:00I'm notPsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-850310892002-11-24T19:54:00.000-06:002002-11-24T19:54:37.416-06:00Fuck it. He can go to Canada. I speak Spanish and Canada is too damn cold.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-850309922002-11-24T19:52:00.000-06:002002-11-24T19:52:07.553-06:00Mike needs to be famous... and fast.Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-848999932002-11-21T19:56:00.000-06:002002-11-21T19:56:50.103-06:00Ok, so I go to the dr. for completely unrelated shit, but since I'm, like, a month late or so, I get a test done, right? A pregnancy test.
And it comes back positive, so I drove around mindlessly for a couple hours. And then I track down Christopher and tell him.
He is, of course, incredulous. (big word=unbelieving) But yeah, I'm getting another test done. And the results should be in either Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-847374462002-11-18T19:48:00.000-06:002002-11-18T19:48:01.106-06:00It's been a very long while since I was at this point. The point where I just want to curl up and cry. Or curl up and die.
JenniePsychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-846411292002-11-16T19:26:00.000-06:002002-11-16T19:26:51.830-06:00Guess what I did.
I bought a car. Actually, it's a truck. Ok, more like a truck wannabe. It's a Ford Ranger. 4X2. Automatic. White.
1993, under 80000 miles, $2750
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-846022532002-11-15T19:35:00.000-06:002002-11-15T19:35:06.563-06:00You probably already know what I'm going to say.
Don't look at me like that dammit. He called, by himself, unexpectedly, to talk, because he missed me.
And today, he drove past me, immediatley turned around, and asked me to come watch a dvd with him "pretty please"
And it wasn't just because he was horny, b/c there was no sex involved. Not that it wasn't wanted, but, alas, his mother was home, Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-845468912002-11-14T16:45:00.000-06:002002-11-14T16:45:45.326-06:00lethargic
one word that describes me at this moment in time.
miserable
my second choice.
do you think he would even give a damn if I told him I have no desire to date him right now?
Or would he know I'm lying?
I'm crazy about Chris, and I know he likes me, too. But I don't think he really actaully *loves* me.
Not that he's ever claimed to. I've never said "I love you" to him either.
But I could Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-843974762002-11-11T21:25:00.000-06:002002-11-11T21:25:37.736-06:00slice me open
let me bleed
I don't want
and I don't need
your silent pity
confused shame
on behalf of me
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-843220122002-11-10T12:09:00.000-06:002002-11-10T12:09:38.450-06:00sick sick sick
not you. Me
Oh...yuck yuck yuck.
Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132648.post-842507552002-11-08T16:13:00.000-06:002002-11-08T16:13:28.540-06:00If I bought musical underpants, would you want to see them??Psychobabblenoreply@blogger.com