also upstairs at czovskis however you spell it ($3.50 50s yo!) i cried like a little baby cos noel and i were having a serious discussion about how all this time i thought our circle of friends HATED ME but turns out they LOVE ME and say NICE THINGS about me behind my back but never ever to me cos they thought i knew how they felt already but i DIDN’T so then i started drunk-bawling. so gay. i was all WHY DIDN’T THEY TELL ME I NEEEEDED TO KNOW THESE THINGS!
anyway, last nite was another one for the books of mental retardation.
at samir’s watching survivor he’s all YOU ARE SO 22 and i said oooh sorry samir that i have a “personality” and a “sense of humor” and i did the quotation marks sign with my fingers when i said it and kept talking as i was walking down the stairs to go to the bathroom “and i’m sorry that people LIKE ME too.”
my mum is the fourth from the left. all her friends (mostly pictured) talk mad shit about her behind her back cos they are jealous unhappily divorced hags. they say that she has botox cos she looks so great. last week she was with this one dude and one of the girls asked to talk to him and she says all loud SEND ME YOUR PHOTO COS YOU KNOW HOW TRACEY IS, SHE WILL NEVER DO IT!
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and the conversation was loud so I heard her
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and I said
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fucking Bitch
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so that she could hear me
raymi says:
hahaha
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I was with my manfriend
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she was all trying to put me down in front of him
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and it backfired
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I heard her
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and just calmly said
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fucking bitch
raymi says:
woah
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and I meant it
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but we are pretty funny together
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it gets like desperate x housewives
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but I can only take so much of the whining and neediness and nagging
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cause I’m independent and end up doing my own thing no matter what they say to me
we hung out at my aunt’s last nite who lives around the corner, she has the cutest place.
fil came home for lunch before going to his ski work thing and i was still in bed (at 11am) in my underwear and trying to be all non-chalant about it like oh hi hello yes i have gotten plenty done today, yep. i tried to think of a bunch of excuses like uhh i was making the bed and decided to lie down for a moment’s rest?
anyway, i am not suppose to have any fun tonite. i emailed samir to see what was on the docket tonite and he says we are celebrating fil’s absense. aw fil, i miss you already.
my left hand hurts arthritis-like. I HAVE ARTHRITIS NOW OH GREAT!
i removed all the diamonds from my hoochie jeans.
the juicer so far is a success minus the 30 lbs of fruit you have to buy to make a jug of drink and the gabillion dollars it costs also.
the chick who cashed me out was all there’s a 90 day return policy so i says i can use this for 89 days then return it? and she said uh, i guess, not picking up on my sarcasm and i say i’m kidding, though, people actually do shit like that? she says yes.
