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[18 Aug 2004|11:04am] |
Ok I'm all scheduled to take my state boards. Written on the 30th, and practical on the 13th of September.
I'm soooooo fucking ready to get this shit over with.
Gotta call around for permanate makeup courses so I can rock you muthafuckas who don't feel like putting on makeup.
I did all this grownup shit, now I actually can relax and focus on my geeker hobby of repainting barbie faces. I just need some art supplies like some Acrylic retarder(lmao), some sealer (matte, glossy, AND satin, bitch), and a jewlers visor (so I can work some fucking detail).
Scoff if you want, but some heffer was on eBay selling her dolls for 300 bucks a pop and it got up to 500. And I can do way better than her, so when your begging to borrow 50 bucks I'm going to shove Barbie shoes up your ass.
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| I have to go to driving school... yeah because I suck that bad. |
[12 Aug 2004|09:50am] |
Ok... So I've given up and I'm enrolling. So as soon as that shits over, I'ts smashin' time.
I will have NO excuses.
If I go and take this class and I still don't drive. KILL ME. Cause trust me; It aint gettin' any better.
So Sunday I was driving home from Drew's and I almost killed us.
YES! I Drove! Woot!
Muha.
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| Everybody's doing it... |
[20 May 2004|06:45pm] |
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WRATH
1. Who did you last get angry with?: Andrew Travis Rodgers
2. What is your weapon of choice?: Silence
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?: hells yeah
4. How about of the same sex?: Beat her like I beat my cock.
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?: Endia because I'm better than her.
6. What is your pet peeve?: not being listened to.
7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?: I tried so hard to let them go but muthafuckas like to piss a sista off.
SLOTH
1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a while?: probably clean something.
2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?: 5 o'clock
3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't: T.C. or Sherita
4. What is the last lame excuse you made?: I don't call people because I have phone anxiety.
5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through (one of the long ones...?): Yeah, anyone about makeup ^___^
6. When was the last time you got a good workout in?: Pfft...
7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?: twice
GLUTTONY
1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?: Fruitlati smoothie
2. Meat eaters: I'd be considered a dietary bisexual
3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?: Me and Andy bought some Capt. Morgans for him and some Bailey's for me. I drank the whole thing. But, not before he poured some on me and fucked me all crazy like.
4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?: Fuck that.
5. Do you have an issue with your weight?: No I have an issue with your wieght.
6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?: I'm obsessive compulsive and need an equal amount of all.
7. Have you ever looked at a small pet or child and thought, "LUNCH"?: No, but I've thought, "Ew..."
LUST
1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?: More than I probably should have.
2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?: Just Drew cause he's been the only person so far where I stayed around long enough with out getting irritated to see me completely naked.
3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?: Yup
4. Have you "done it"?: Yeah. I tried to do it again, but it won't return my calls.
5. What is your favourite body part on a person of your gender of choice?: Eyes and lips
6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?: Warren police thought I was a prostitue cause apparently a white guy cant have a black girl in the car with him unless shes a prostitue.
7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?: yup
GREED
1. How many credit cards do you own?: If I did I would single handedly improve the economy
2. What's your guilty pleasure store?: Fuck, it's all about eBay.
3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?: move
4. Would you rather be rich, or famous?: Famous, because there's always the prospect to make more money.
5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?: I'd rather be poor and have an exciting job.
6. Have you ever stolen anything?: I stole yo mama and left her in Vegas.
7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?: It used to be over 450 now its like
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PRIDE
1. What's one thing you have done that you're most proud of?: Finally going to booty school.
2. What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?: School goddamit.
3. What's one thing you would like to accomplish in your life?: Doing everything I want and making money from it.
4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?: why?
5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?: LAAAAAAAAAAAAAME
6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?: of course
7. What did you do today that you're proud of?: That finished a difficult customer (Capt. Cavewoman) in record time. AND sucessfully backcombed her.
ENVY
1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?: Debra's jacked up Cadillac. It's like a couch on wheels!
2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?: Yo mama
3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?: Brittany Spears so I can move to Iraq.
4. Have you ever been cheated on?: Why, do you know something i dont?
5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?: I have, but not so much anymore. Cause I'm hot sex on a platter. Aside from a proper set of nipples, Sara's freak toe, and Debra's boobs cause they're smaller than mine.
6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?: The abillity to rock people's socks off.
7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?: That's too much work.
8. Finally, what is your favourite deadly sin?: Lust..I'm a whore
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| Falling apart coming together... |
[19 May 2004|10:26pm] |
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David calls me and tells me "We'll cousin you know I always have to give you breaking new on the hour every hour. Guess who just called me and told me "Dude, I don't think I want to be with Gywnne anymore?" He tried to find out why but all he got was a vague story about some weird call to Drew about a thunderstorm.
Duh. It was Andrew. Why wouldn't it be?
David: Dude, you were so right about Gwynne.
Me: (LMAO) Yup. Say it again.
David: Anissa you were completely right about Gwynne.
Me: Debra knew better than I did.
David: Yeah dude, she's a fucking nut.
Not five minutes later I get a message from Drew.
Drew: I'm Rick James bitch! (this is the same message I sent him after we broke up. I was trying to be friendly and get him to watch Dave Chappelle)
I had to delete most of the message due to the fact that my memory was full, but the gist of it was that he was calling himself an asshole and just going though the whole self pity thing and I just said I wasn't going to hold that shit over his head because anger makes you smaller while forgiveness forces you to become something better than you were. And I am. I think the fact that I didn't verbally abuse him made him feel even smaller. Like he wasn't even worth yelling at.
So I tell him that I really regret sending that mix tape because it just seemed to be bad timing and it made me feel like an idiot. He kept asking me why I felt like that and I just kept repeating myself, so he called me and I declined.
My heart was racing and my hands were shaking so bad I could barely type out "I can't do this on the phone."
It wasn't an invite to come over but, I just don't dig talking on the phone or awkward phone silences.
So he said "Ok, goodnight then."
So I stop him and say no we need to, so ill talk to you.
I get really nervous and shakey and damn near dropping the phone.
I almost grabbed a cigarette, but the phone rang.
I kind of stared at it for a minute and hurried up to answer it.
He sounded bad.
You could tell he's been really beating himself.
I basically repeated what I texted him before. Added a few things.
He said that he was glad that I had sent him the mix tape and that he followed some bad advice not to listen to it.
I told him how I told David to block for me and tell him not to listen to it and just throw it away.
But when he finally did he was glad and for the last month or so that got him to start thinking about me, which in turn got him to start texting me.
He admitted he fucked up really bad, that it wasn't my fault at all and he let what he was dealing with, with his mom spill over into our issues. And how he should have just talked to me about it because I was the one person in his life that knew exactly how he was feeling.
I told him it's done and it shouldn't be dwelled on because life its too fucking short to spend time on bullshit like this. What's going to happen when he makes a mistake that's life threatening? This is nothing.
And he said no it wasn't nothing because he considered this the most monumental fuckup of his life.
In talking to him about all this I realized I was really over this because everything that should have happened. At least the things I wanted to happen.
I'm not really interested in getting back together right away.
There is a lot of talking ahead of us.
I'm not going to say I won't consider anything because I will.
It is my decision and what happens will happen for a reason, and no matter what I decide, something will come out of it, be it a new relationship or renewed strength in myself or both.
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work. Every mistake has a split second when it can recalled and perhaps remedied. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and envies, and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, or withering, and of tarnishing.
And if I do this and it doesn't work, at least I won't be kicking myself in the ass 20+ years later wondering what might have happened if I had actually tried.
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[17 May 2004|06:21pm] |
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Two assistant professors at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory created a virus which is altered to latch onto HIV and mute its ability to become AIDS. They've tested the theory in a computer model and in cells in a dish. The treatment is made of a gutted HIV virus. The harmful parts of the virus are removed, and in their place the researchers have inserted a DNA cargo that inhibits HIV's ability to kill immune cells. It latches onto the natural HIV and spreads along with it, even from person to person.
"This week, researchers have unveiled a new, genetically modified onion that does not contain the chemicals which cause tears. ummm, guys? AIDS!!!! there's still a lot of people dying from AIDS!
-Tina Fey, Weekend Update
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| Your bum eye and how it doesn't exist... |
[17 May 2004|12:44am] |
Me and Dacia went to Meijer's and my phone starts abuzzin' with text messagey goodness.
Guess who.
Drew: New asian market opened next to Thang Long.
Me: Oh, sweet.
Drew: Candies, crispies, and weird shit.
Me: Sounds like I might have to venture into your territory.
Drew: Right on.
Drew: Mmmm preserved duck eggs.
Me: Blech.
Drew: Oh come on, they have salted too.
Me: Nah, I'd rather eat my own ass.
Drew: Not duck ass?
Me: Only if i could eat the head.
Drew: If you want I'm sure they could arrange something.
Drew: They have pork skin crisps.
Me: Pork skins creep me out.
Drew: But crisps that r pork.
Me: They'll go over well like those shrimp favored chips I got that one time.
Drew: You loved those.
Me: They tasted like bait.
Drew: Oh and crispy fish, not chips, in a jar.
Me: Gack.
Drew: Mmmm worms.
Me: Oh god.
Drew: In liquid.
Me: Gag me with a spoon.
Drew: Nice terminology.
Me: Does the job.
Drew: If that's what you want then ok.
Me: I could say gag me with a cock but then you'd get the wrong idea.
Drew: I'll behave.
Me: Uh huh.
Drew: I will. For you I will be good.
Me: Whatever. But Im glad we're on "speaking" terms.
Drew: Don't take that tone. I'm glad too.
Me: I will and you will like it.
Drew: Is that right?
Me: Some things don't change.
Drew: I know and that's good.
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| Catharsis... |
[12 May 2004|09:56pm] |
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So, Drew texts me while im in class, and proceeded to do so from the time I left school until the Simpsons went off:
Drew: How is ur nose
Me: It's good. Looks awesome. Thanks for asking.
Drew: Sure thing lil lady.
Drew: How's school.
Me: Good. Less than two months left.
Drew: Right on. Almost over. U excited?
Me: It hasn't hit me yet. I'm also waiting on an interview for MAC.
Drew: Did you already apply for a job?
Me: Yeah.
Drew: That is really cool. I know you will get it.
Me: I hope so. That way I'll already have a job if and when I move to Toronto.
Drew: When?
Drew: It's nice to hear that you have a plan. I'm really happy for you Anissa.
Me: Sorry, I was en route to get Jacoby. I really couldn't look at the phone. But yeah, I'd like to move in the next couple years. Time to be a grownup, ya know?
Drew: Yeah I need to get my shit together but you know that.
Me: It'll happen. Your far too intellegent for it not to. It would be a waste.
Drew: I'm starting to question myself hard.
Me: Do it. It couldn't hurt and it could lead to something.
Drew: I know. Thanx for (listening) to my pity party.
Me: Misery loves company.
Drew: Don't I know it.
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| I'll cut a bitch... |
[12 May 2004|12:51am] |
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FUCK!
Endia. What the fuck is wrong with this girl?? Always trying to fucking one up me about stupid shit!
I'm dying my mothers's dreads right and I realize I'm wearing my Suicidegirl tank top. I'm like OH SHIT I have to get this off now. So Endia chimes in about how it'll come right out. I'm like its permanent. And shes going about how it's rinses that don't come out.
BITCH ITS A RINSE!
A RINSE!
IT RINSES OUT!
Who's in fucking cosmetology school?
Oh, well I'VE never had a problem with getting permanent color out. I'VE never done this and I'VE never done that. It works when I do it... etc. etc.
Seriously...
Is it that desperate that she needs to be better than me?
She always wants to watch Jeopardy and blurt out answers and if they're wrong she goes "Oh, I was thinking of something else." or "I knew that." cause I knew the right answer. It's not my fucking fault that my father is a plethora of information.
So I went to private school most of my life. So did she. But I didn't spend half my school life in and out of group homes.
Fine.
She heard me sing once, now she thinks she's fucking Aaliyah. And very far from it might I add. I suggested a vocal coach to strengthen her voice. And she goes no because she wants to make it on her own natural talent.
BUT ITS NOT THERE BITCH!
She's already got her "look" planned for her second album.
She hasn't even made a demo.
My mother is a classically trained singer. I know the drill. I was just trying to help her out.
She was talking about some eye shadow she thought was blue and it was green. And I'm trying to picture this so I say it's kinda turquoise? And she goes NO ITS FUCKING GREEN. And my whole thing was if it looks blue and comes out green its obviously some blue-green turquoise-y mix. NOT ITS FUCKING GREEN AND IT LOOKS BLUE. But there are blue AND green particles... its GREEEEEEEN and comes out BLUUUUUUE, like I'm fucking slow!
OK BITCH I GOT IT. I'M NOT RIGHT!
My cousin Patrick said shes jealous.
I felt like the way she makes herself seem like the shit would lead me to belive otherwise.
She was like. "She's pissed cause your both full figured girls, but your proportionate and shes all lumpy and lopsided. She's all fucked up from scratching her zits and your face is almost flawless. Not to mention she wears those ugly contacts and your eyes are really pretty. And her makeup is fucked up. It's just too much. Basically just the way you carry yourself, just makes you much, much more attractive than she is. Plus you don't fake the funk about your figure, she wears shit she has no business wearing. So she has to justify this behavior and make up for her shortcommings, like her ragedy ass personality by acting like a know-it-all bitch. And you know this."
All the time it is with this girl. Shes really fun for an hour and after that it's like oh what the fuck am I doing.
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| Revenge is best served when your hot... |
[09 May 2004|01:07am] |
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So, I was at Sam's Club today and my ex's house mate Earl and his friends were there. At first I was going to go say whats up, but my stomach just dropped and I felt really sick with a feeling of dread. I became very self-aware and realized I looked like hell and I smelled like perm solution, and just not the way I wanted to look in case it got back to Drew.
So I tried to cope and hang out with my mom, but I just ended become very dark and quiet. I was paranoid and nervous. Then we almost ran into each other and I proceeded to duck and dodge him like a runaway slave. I just got really ridiculous with my thoughts and almost burst into tears. It wouldn't have been so bad if the dude didn't hate me. He could have been somewhat supportive if he was on my side, but then again the universe hates me so...
So I took the keys and left while my mom finished shopping, and sat in the car and listened to the Pumpkins until.
I feel like an asshole for flipping out so bad.
I hate feeling like this.
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[27 Apr 2004|11:04pm] |
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I'm seriously sick of fucking dealing with people...
I'm going to dig a deep, deep hole and make a bunker, watch tv, and talk to my goddamn self.
Screw you guys, I'm going home...
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[24 Apr 2004|06:00pm] |
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Everybody keeps complimenting me on "moving on" like it's some great feat I've performed.
My dad keeps telling people "It's nothing but a step for a stepper."
I have no choice. I really don't.
It's like walking up stairs versus taking the escalator...
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I hung out with Sara yesterday. It was an impromptu escape from the fake black mold that was giving me a sinus headache.
I met her girlfriend Emily and their friends Herb and Derek. We sat around and watched Aqua Teen Hunger Force most of the day and partook in recreations that dare not speak their names.
Emily and Sara don't really seem to go together. They're really cute but I think Sara is just an old soul and Emily is her age and acts as so. Which is perfectly fine, but it puts people in different head spaces and I think that's why they have so many problems.
Herb is this awesome hippie kinda guy who kinda reminds you of Rory Cochrane in Empire Records ( He was Lucas, the character that was supposed to be spending the whole movie on the couch because he fucked up the store's money.) Looks just like him too. We got all into some political shit was fun cause we agreed on everything so basically we were just bitching about how everything should be done. I think hes bisexual cause when I first met him he was talking about how some guy was a good kisser then about how hot some girl is that owes him a date. Then later we were talking about how hot Angelina Jolie is then about how this guy was basically trying to kill him because he used his teeth giving him a blow job and tried to fuck him dry.
Then there's Derek who is just this fabulous little gay boy who's tall and skinny and blond with a labret and his eyebrow pierced. He just tripped me ou,t he was so neat He brought a bunch of laundry for Sara that included a sweater of hers he shrunk really badly. And being the fabulous Queer as Folk extra he is, he cut off the sleeves and made arm warmers and put the rest of the sweater on which looked like a cropped vest on him. It was really cute. All his mannerisms and stuff would have made him perfect to be in Party Monster, which he really wanted to see. No surprise there.
And Miss Sara Jane... Oh what a crazy bitch she is. This broad got so wasted she just up and took an hour and a half long bath. And being that everybody was drinking, everybody had to pee really bad. So she's sitting in the bathtub yelling for more beer and just being weird. A couple people just closed her shower curtain and peed anyway. I was seriously debating on going somewhere and peeing in a cup.
Eventually she got a little sick and passed out. Then when Emily got her up it was a pain in the ass to get her going. I would have just stayed if I had extra clothes.
I didn't feel much like moving either. It already had a flop house atmosphere. But eventually we left and took little Essay with us, Sara's Chihuahua. Now I want one.
So a fun time was had by all. And I must do it again sometime.
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[12 Apr 2004|04:00pm] |
My baby cousin freaks me out sometimes.
Shes so perceptive. Very smart, but sometimes it comes out in a brain fart.
Like, shell say something really intelligent and then do some stupid little kid thing right after.
Today she'll babbling incoherently about being popular (she's four), and she goes, "I know you and Andy broke up. I remember when you told me. But, your not broken up anymore right Nissa?"
"No we're still broken up. You havent seen him in a while remember?"
Then she gets this really perplexed look on her face and starts rubbing my arm.
"Are you sad about it?"
"Yeah, I am."
"It's ok Nissa, im sure he still loves you."
Remember shes four.
"You think so huh?"
"Uhhuh." and resumes babbling about how Aaliyah died and went to heaven and that she can do the Beyonce dance.
Wierd...
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| ...and I will dine on the incredible lightness of being. |
[11 Apr 2004|02:23pm] |
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Ever since Debra mentioned it, ive been thinking about fasting.
Not anything for a long period. A few days, maybe seven at the most.
Id like to focus on something other than what im going to eat every two hours.
But i want to do it the right way. Not the starvation way.
I want some clarity.
Im curious to see how my writing is after a week. How dreaming is. How thinking is.
Maybe Easter dinner will be my last supper.
The crucifixtion of being wieghed down by complex carbs and simple sugars
To resurect eating into something new and something better.
Especially because of my stomach, which is fucked all kindsa whicha ways.
gah... I hope going to the potty wont be an eppisode. O_o
"To jump and shit would be devine" - me and Pam (inside joke)
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| My prayers fall to earth... |
[07 Apr 2004|11:42pm] |
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No matter how much I beg the universe to cut me some slack I never seem to get my way.
If I think something bad is going to happen and I try to think positive, something bad always happens.
Sometimes if I squeeze really hard little shit will turn in my favor, but not very often.
If I don't want a customer, chances are I'll get one.
If I get too excited about something, chances are it wont happen or wont stay that way.
.see March 24th and April 5th
It seems like if I just let nature take its course things go my way, but I'm one of those people with no clarity. I cant just shut off my mind. Especially with my current situations.
As much I try to just keep moving and let things happen naturally I feel compelled to squeeze really hard and hope I can move fate with my mind.
I'm afraid to hold tight cause it will pull away.
I'm afraid to let go then it will be too far out of reach.
I'm afraid to move on cause then I cant go back.
If things go my way I don't have to worry about these things.
Something new will be born, not appear.
I want evolution. Not death.
I have a short yet big obstacle to get by.
If things are really meant to go in my favor that obstacle will take care of itself.
Keep your fingers crossed that, this obstacle is a stick of blazing dynamite with a half inch wick...
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| a pretty face + a badass septum piercing = exotic tribal hotness |
[05 Apr 2004|08:17pm] |
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I want a septum so fucking bad it hurts my guts.
If me and Debra were complete geeks we'd get them at the same time.
I think Andy and Gwynne are back together. I'm not sure but David said, and I quote, "Hellboy would have been even more awesome if fatty wasnt there. And by fatty I mean Gwynne."
This also hurts my guts.
Maybe this time he'll get to see what a fucking nut she is.
I want his guts to hurt too... Like this:
Where are you?
And I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep
I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight... -Blink 182
I'm also finishing up Choke but Chuck Palaniuk. It's good shit and its makeing me want to write a book. So go read it.
If a redneck can write a book about the 8 most depraved acts of homosexuality then why can't it?
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| What makes you happy, gives me ulcers... |
[01 Apr 2004|08:02pm] |
So last Saturday Dacia (my cousin Davids gf) had her birthday party.
I was hoping Andy would be there but no such luck.
I was looking pretty hot if i say so myself.
Once again i had to find out shit from David that i didnt know about me and Andy's situation.
According to him what started his feelings to changing was the fact that i dont drive or have my licence. He was complaining about why should he have to teach me to drive. David told him he taught Dacia to drive so whats the big deal.
Had i known it upset him that bad, that alone would have motivated me.
But no like many of his sex he held everything in until he couldnt take it anymore.
I dont even think it was about me...
None of this shit was even an issue prior to him working for DTE and reading meters.
Then his mom starts drinking and smoking again and flipping out. He doesn't have the time or finances to concentrate on tattooing or taking classes he wants. He has a car note for the first time and rent to pay, not to mention three band projects hes dealing with. All this stuff is just pilling up and stressing him out more and more.
And because he felt it was all out of controll the one thing he could controll was his relationship with me, so, he cut me loose.
I also think he kind of resents the fact that i still live with my parents rent free and i can go to cos school and get shuttled around at will.
I just wanted to fix everything and move on then he dropped the break up bomb.
I tried to call him and work things out and just be there as a friend, cause he said he needed my friendship, and he would never answer my calls.
So now after all this heartache and being cussed out by my cousin and telling my cousin that i was being creepy when i wasnt and breifly dating a girl he knows i hate and standing me up and sending the mix tape, he messaged me yesterday and was like:
I realize that i have been hard to get ahold of. I just thought after we broke up we could use some space and time.
thats all he had to say from the git...
I told him all he had to do was be honest and i was just concerned.
You dont tell somebody you have thoughts of shuffleing off this mortal coil and not expect them to be worried.
I also told him dont flatter himself thinking i would stalk him.
He said he wouldnt flatter himself at all.
Then i said when he was comfortable and really ready to talk let me know.
He said he promised he would and if i messaged him he would reply.
As sick as i made myself about this shitty ass situation i feel like a better person for it. I figured out that i do need to step up and finish school and get my licence and work and move out like an almost 24 year old woman would do.
And after all of that ive completely fallen out of love with him.
I still love him to death but... Hes like a complete stranger. His behavior just floored me. If we even think about getting back together will have to start from the begining.
So now everybody is all caught up.
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?Name: Anissa
? Birth date: 6.26.80
? Birthplace: Detroit
? Current Location: Deh-twah (Detroit dumbass)
? Eye Color: Coke brown
? Hair Color: Blizack
? Righty or Lefty: Righty
? Zodiac Sign: Cancer/gemini
Describe
? Your heritage: creole and a bunch of other brown type peoples smashed into one little black girl
? The shoes you wore today: filthy white gym shoes
? Your hair: long black weave (im trying to grown mah fro out)
? Your eyes: Chinky-er than Debras. Heh.
? Your weakness: eyes and a nice mouth
? Your fears: death...disease...loneyness
? Your favorite pizza: full of veggies
? One thing you'd like to achieve: drivers license >_<
What Is
? Your most overused phrase on aim?: LMAO
? Your thoughts first waking up: but i just fell asleep...
? The first feature you notice in the opposite (or same) sex: personality
? Your bedtime: 12am and beyond ------>insomniac
? Your greatest accomplishment: cometology school
You Prefer:
? Pepsi or coke: Coke
? McDonalds or Burger King: Burger King! Chicky Samich!!!
? Adidas or Nike: meh. either.
? Lipton or Nestea: same
? Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
Do You
? Smoke: off and on when stressed beyond non chemical means.
? Cuss: shit yeah bitch
? Sing well: depends on whos listening
? Take a shower everyday: pfft. skin too dry for that shit. every other unless im especially stinky.
? Have a crush(es): all the fucking time
? Who are they: Yo mama Think you've been in love: Yes
? Want to go to college: for photography
? Like school: yes, even when i hate it.
? Want to get married: meh...
? Type properly or peck at the keys?: Like a fucking rocket
? Believe in yourself: sometimes... other times im a cocky hag
? Get motion sickness: sometimes
? Think you're attractive: Im hot sex on a platter. Didn't you see my quiz results??
? Think you're a health freak: no but i like health type things
? Get along with your parents: I love them but if my parents where movies my mom would be American Psycho and my dad would be Drunken Master.
? Like thunderstorms: yes
In the Past Month (and a half) Did You/Have You
? Drank alcohol: yes
? Smoked: yes
? Done a drug: weed is an herb goddammit
? Have Sex: with myself
? Made Out: must be nice
? Go on a date: date? when you have porn?
? Go to the mall?: yup
? Eaten an entire box of Oreos: im fat and sassy but not that fucking fat and sassy
? Eaten sushi: not in a while
? Been on stage: no
? Been dumped: ........
? Gone skating: pfft.
? Made homemade cookies: no
? Been in love: and full of blinding rage all at the same time.
? Gone skinny dipping: no
? Dyed your hair: no
? Stolen anything: magazines from school
Have You Ever
? Played a game that required removal of clothing: If i lost my superbowl bet then I would have.
? If so, was it mixed company: N/A
? Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yes
? Been caught doing something?: oh please... of course. I'm not even 25 yet. There's plenty of time to get caught a few dozen more times.
? Been called a tease: all the fucking time.
? Gotten beaten up: no
? Shoplifted: yes
? If so, did you get caught: once
? Changed who you were to fit in: all through 6, 7, and 8th grade
The Future
? Age you hope to be married: doesn't matter seeing how my parents JUST got married a year or two ago. And they've been together over well over 23 years.
? Numbers and Names of Children: One or two would be cool. Names? Like alot of girls ive been thinking of that since i was like 13. But you'll just have to see what i pick when im pregnant.
? Descibe your Dream Wedding: Uhh... i cant get past what colors id want to use. Blood red and silver BTW.
? What do you want to be when you grow up: Makeup artist, comic book writer, photographer, fashion designer, alt porn model, indie film writer/actor... FUCK DOING HAIR!!!
? What country would you most like to visit: South America. We have history in Brazil.
Opposite Sex[ or same sex ]
? Best eye color?: whatever fits that person.
? Best hair color?: same
? Short or long hair?: same
? Best height: same goddamit
? Best weight: enough to squish not enough to be worried for their health
? Best articles of clothing: work shirts
? Best first date location: first date? just go down on me behind the bleachers in a park in Southfield.
? Best first kiss location: On a bridge adjacent to said park in Southfield
Number of
? Number of girls I have kissed in my life: a few
? Number of girls I have made out with: same
? Number of girlfriends you've had: two and a fuck buddy
? Number of boys I have kissed: god knows
? Number of boys I have made out with: same
? Number of boyfriends you've had: 10
? Number of drugs taken illegally: HERB! Weed is an HERB!!!
? Number of people I could trust with my life: I trust no one
? Number of piercings: 1 in each ear, labret, monroe = 4. Must have more.
? Number of tattoos: 2. MORE I SAY!!
? Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: once
? Number of scars on my body: 6
? Number of things in my past that I regret: theres a few in there
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