I'm currently wondering how hard I would have to throw this piece of :***: Ipod against the wall to see it explode. Oh wait, my bad. I meant to call it this "unrecognized USB Device" that refuses to charge. :bang:
Well that was an interesting dinner conversation. I didn't think talking about my sister's wedding and how I'll be wearing a tux would make my mom point out the fact that if I did wear a dress I'd be a crossdresser. I guess maybe she does understand the fact I'm male ...to an extent. :rolle: Baby steps I guess.
One hot guy, two hot guys, three hot guys, four. That's a lot of hot guys. O_O English is such a hard class. Not because the material is difficult, but it is so tempting to stare at the hot guy in my classroom, or the hot guy that is in the classroom between our glass walls. v_v
I wasn't very productive today, but I am going to make it all up through slumber. I'm talking full on hibernation. Hopefully, I can wake up tomorrow and not be a red-eye grumpy ass. p_p Dr. Seuss needs to get to work on this.
(*hug*) Have a good sleep, and I hope you wake up well-rested, too. :lol: "All the hot guys in the village went to Gen and Texas' door."
One guy, two guys, three guys, four. Ripped guys are the ones I care for Tall guys, short guys, young and old Some are quiet, others bold Why are guys not like another? Don't know why, go ask your mother -- Justjade: Yeah. No way to avoid it. I mean, the Band-Aid's going to have to be ripped off eventually and it's your life in the end. Here's hoping it goes well for you.
I'm hoping college will bring with it the opportunity of (queer?) men. -- Holy shit balls. My post made popular page on this app. :eek:
I can't even fucking stop thinking about him while I'm fucking sleeping. I had a dream about him last night. If my brain can't even stop focusing on him while I'm sleeping, what am I going to do? I try convincing myself that he isn't worth it but it doesn't do any good. And I keep thinking about how he left me so soon for someone who was really attractive and has a great job and possibly their own business, who's probably funnier than me, more active than me, definitely has more money, no doubt more better in bed than me and no doubt looks so much better naked than I do, probably isn't fucked up in the head like I am...I was such a fool to think someone would actually love this...some ugly creature with a mostly undesirable skin color, unchangeable physical defects, a crappy job, no college education, not funny, boring, a virgin, depressed, lots of baggage, needy.... I knew once he told me a couple of months that his hairdresser hit on him while giving him a hair cut...I knew in the back of my mind that he was gone. I don't hold a candle to this guy. I wasn't worth staying with. I knew he was going to leave me for him. I was so stupid to think that someone would actually stick around and love me. If my own family won't even stick around, why would a boyfriend? Why, Bryan? Why were you stupid enough to trust him? Why were you stupid enough to be hopeful? You deserve this because you are stupid, because you knew what would happen and you went through with it anyway. I deserve this.
I have to get better... NOW. Science day tomorrow and my kids want to do a lab with dry ice. Hmm. Power of positive thinking?? What the heck.. Let's try it. :: Concentrates ::
