I've been a bad, bad girl. I haven't been on here in ages. There is a lot to catch up on. First of all, I turned fucking 30. Thirty! Thirty means never having to say you're sorry. What do I have to show for it? Not a kid, not a boyfriend or a husband. Not a career. All I have is a fucking fake ex-boyfriend with a history of pain, nostalgia, diseased love and what could have been. Well, its time to shit or get off the pot. 2009 is the year of making dreams a reality. Jeezus, this is redic.
1 comments:
shit's definitely going to change in '09
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