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My tongue is insanely raw from the ba-gillion Sour Patch Kids and all Pepsi that I've consumed this morning. I'm pretty sure that I only eat tons of candy when I'm stressing out. I hope that's the case anyway. I've been on a huge health kick lately and I'm definitely setting myself back about two weeks. Stress blows.
I'm trying to figure out what to do over the 4th of July. I think that I'm going to be invited to Corvallis for their annual Fireworks on the Fairway BBQ, but I'm not too sure that it's such a good idea that I go. The guy I'd go stay with, on top of being one of the best friends that I've had in the world, is also my exboyfriend. He's moved on, dating a new girl, and I don't want to get in the way of all that.
What is it with girls being giant two-headed jealous troll dragons when it comes to other girls anyway? Hello, this is why he's my EXboyfriend. Chill out. I'm reading the best book right now. It's called, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, by Rebecca Wells. I think that all girls need to read it.
Right now I'm caught in the middle of trying to decide what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. My relationship of 3 years is heading south and it might be time for a new change. I'm pretty sure, though, that dating is hard enough when you're straight. Even just the thought of dating seems like a chore right now. I'll just be a singleton for the rest of my born days. It's just like Julia Roberts to announce that her relationship with Benjamin Bratt is over on the same day that mine is. Always the attention hog, that Julia, I swear.
Anyway, I'm just going to warn everyone now that my monthly friend, we like to call him Paco the Period, is trying to make an appearance. He's all like, "Meeeeestyyyy. Feeling that cramp in yer belly? It is I, Paco the Period, and I'm about ready to seize yer next 4 days, ese!"
Yeah, no fun. |
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