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Probably a really long post

I am still so mad about the dog poop thing. I still hope and pray they got the notes left on my door. I want to post another one just in case, but I’ll try to resist. Telling me that you are going to call animal control is like someone telling you parents that they are going to take your kids away from you or call child protective services on you. Okay, I love my dogs SOOOOO much. I still know that I will love my kids more though, so it’s not the exact same, but it is pretty close.

I am the kind of person that will do the the opposite of what you tell me to do because I hate being told what to do. I want to live my dogs crap out there all day long, just to piss them off. I’ve been putting the poop bag in my pocket, so in case they see me, they will think that I have nothing to pick it up with.

New York was cool. I mean, it’s wasn’t all that great, but it was good to get away and see family. It’s a small town blocks from Buffalo. The economy is so bad. They closed down a lot of fun things you used to be able to do there. There’s no jobs, from what I hear. It’s like a poor place compared to Virginia Beach. Houses that cost $500,000 there would probably cost $1,000,000 here. There’s barely any traffic. It takes a few minutes to get from one city to the next. It’s depressing there, which my mom always told me. I’ve been there and to Niagara Falls before, but not since I was a teenager.

My aunt showed me the high school my grandfather (my birth father’s dad) was the principal of and they all went to. Kind of funny, my mom married her principals son, and that he turned out to be a crack head. I almost spelled that “principle”, but I remembered the principal is your pal lol. My dad’s family lives somewhere up there in NY. I don’t talk to them. We just kind of lost touch. I saw them last when I was 13, and that’s the last time I talked to them. They are EXTREMELY religious. My mom’s family is too, but no where near the degree they are. My uncle (dad’s brother) used to read the Bible to me.

I hate flying. Taking off scares me the most. Every time something happens, I think we’re going to crash. Every time we slow down, speed up, tilt, go higher, go lower, the vibrations stop, the vibrations start, the engines or whatever stop making a noise. If we hit turbulence, I’d be the one screaming “we’re all going to die!”

My parents apparently spent all weekend with Christy and her family. My dad went to some NASCAR race with her dad in Richmond on Saturday. They didn’t get home until 4am! Christy just called me freaking out because she doesn’t know if she left her purse over my mom’s, and my mom is in bed and not answering. She would definitely lose her head if it wasn’t attached. She constantly loses stuff. Maybe it’s because she has kids and works a lot. My mom got a myspace (embarrassing), and Christy put her on her top 8 lol. She’s not even on mine or my brother’s top 8. I feel bad because I treat her so badly, and I do love her SOOOO much. She’s the only person in this world that I could not live without… literally. My brother doesn’t treat her bad. I tried hard today to be nice to her because I don’t want her to die/be dying and think of how I treated her bad. I want her to know how much I love her.

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Damn, all of my posts are like really long now

No fair… my brother is going to Dublin, Ireland and Amsterdam for 3 weeks when he moves back here. I wish he would ask me to go so bad, but I am poor anyways. Maybe if I didn’t run my credit card up again. Why did I have to do that? Do you ever spend a lot of money, and you’re like… “hmmmm, what did I spend it on?” All I can remember is my MacBook Pro. I wonder if he’s going to smoke pot. He has a long vacation until he has to go back to work. I don’t think he would, though, because he’s not like that. But that’s why everyone wants to go to Amsterdam, at least the dumb people I know… or used to know. If I went to Amsterdam, I can guarantee that I would not smoke pot. I hate pot. It gives me really bad anxiety. I smoked it with Emily a while ago, and I only did it because she gave me some anxiety pills to take before we smoked it. Pot used to be great when I was younger, but not anymore. I quit when I was 16. Lots of people that used to smoke pot tell me the same thing. They say that they don’t like it anymore because it makes them paranoid. It makes me paranoid too, but it’s more like anxiety.

I don’t know how I was able to eat a lot of chili last night, when the day before I was throwing up ice cream. I have ate solid stuff a few times, but most of the time I can’t. Maybe I’ll try to get some sushi tonight. My band is really so tight in the morning. I can’t eat anything in the mornings. It hurts when I take large sips in the morning. It was so weird that I was starving after I ate it too. I probably could have ate 2 or 3 of them., and that’s a lot of food, even for someone who hasn’t had weight loss surgery. Maybe not 3 of them, but I could have ate some more. I know if I get some sushi tonight, and I can’t eat it, I’ll be forcing myself to because it is SO good.

Dude, the iPhone is a piece of SHIT!!!! I have been with AT&T/Cingular/Suncom since I was 18. That’s 7 years, and I have ALWAYS had PERFECT reception with EVERY phone I have EVER had. I have had a lot of phones too. Well, I was wondering why no one has called me today, especially my mom, and I try to make a phone call, and I have no signal. This happened the other day. Two people told me that my phone calls were going to voicemail, and I could not make any phone calls for about an hour after I woke up. Well, it’s been a while since I woke up, and still no signal. I just turned it off and back on, and then I had a signal. I just called my mom, and yeah, she tried to call, and it went right to voicemail.

I need to go shopping I never go shopping anymore. It’s because my check card is declining, and then I can’t tell my mom that I spent money I don’t have and ask her for it. I am going to try it right now online. I am going to try to buy the Projekt Revolution tickets. Grrrrr it declined. I got one overdraft fee, and now it declines. It did this once before, and then it started working again. I know… I am so bad. OMG, I wasn’t even paying attention. A $6.00 parking fee and an $8.95 convenience fee, for each ticket! What a rip off. So two $20.95 tickets were $70.00. WTF is a convenience fee? Because I am buying them online? My stupid electric company charges that when you pay your bill online. You’d think it would be easier on them if you pay it online.

God, this stupid guy I met keeps asking me if he can come over almost every day. I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, and his whole agenda last time he came over was to make out with me, but I didn’t. Then when I was mad at Steve the other day he said we should date. It’s so funny how much more guys like me now. I thought I would be bitter about it and think “they wouldn’t have liked me when I was fat”, but I don’t really care. One time he said “we can just lie in bed and talk” haha.

I don’t take pictures of myself still…. like full body pictures. I still feel SO fat. When I look in the mirror I don’t see that I have lost any weight, especially in my face, but people tell me I have lost a lot in my face. Maybe I have, but my face is still so fat. I wish I could get liposuction on my face. I wish I could get a boob job and a tummy tuck. I will be able to get a boob job after I lose all my weight. For that, I am definitely going to quit smoking. Only because I could barely breathe when I woke up from my last surgery, and they had to gave me some asthma medicine, and because you get cut big time, and you don’t heal as well when you smoke. I just looked it up. They gave me Albuterol. My mom’s friend that had gastric bypass just got the skin removed from her arms, that’s it, and it cost $8,000. Insurance will pay for tummy tucks and full body lifts sometimes, but I don’t think mine is severe enough. I’ve lost a little bit in my boobs, but not much. My old bras were wayyyy to big on me though.

All the new Victoria Secret underwear I bought, they won’t stay on me. They fall down, ask Steve. It pisses me off because it’s not like you can give your underwear away lol. If I can’t use something, it makes me feel better to give it away, so I feel like I totally didn’t waste the money. Even if it’s to a thrift store. I don’t like wasting money, even though I do it all the time. I take REALLY good care of my belongings. I never lose or ruin anything, unlike my brother. It pisses me off so bad still that my GPS was stolen. I don’t want to buy another one because I already bought one, and it doesn’t feel right. I don’t even listen to my iPod in my car anymore because I am scared I will forget to take it in, and whoever broke into my car probably saw my AM/FM transmitter (if they realized what it was. they could have thought it was a cellphone charger). I am surprised they didn’t steal that. Thieves will take whatever they can get. I think stealing is SOOOOOO wrong. I don’t steal from stores or anything, but that doesn’t bother me as much because they rip you off anyways. I would never steal from a store because I wouldn’t want to get caught, but if you could guarantee that I wouldn’t get caught, I’d probably do it. I think it is SOOOOOOOOO wrong to steal from a person though. People work hard for what they have. I buy stuff that I don’t have the money for, so it pisses me off even more.

It’s probably because I have seen my parents work SO hard for what they have. They had shitty jobs when I was younger and worked their way up, and they are HARD workers. They worked for and deserve every single thing they own. That’s a lot more than I can say for myself. They never asked anyone for money, and they go to work every single day and work their asses off. Now they don’t work as much because they have better jobs, but they still work hard. I wonder why it didn’t rub off on me. Probably because my mom gives me anything and everything I want. Even when we were poor, both of my parents always made sure we had everything, and put my brother and I before them. They always called me selfish. I don’t think they meant with material things either. I am selfish because I expect everything from everybody, and I don’t mean money. My brother turned out A LOT better than I did. I don’t think it’s always the way you were raised that determines the adult you become. I have seen people come from shitty homes, and they turn out great. I have seen people come from great homes, and they turn out all fucked up. I have seen people with great brothers and sisters, but they are all fucked up. Emily’s sister is a lot like me. She expects everything from her mom and doesn’t work, but Emily works really hard.

Well, I am going to get some money from my mom Seriously. Bye bye.

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Tattoos

Me: I want to get a tramp stamp
Mom: A what?!?!? Is that the one on your back?
Me: Yeah
Mom: I’m not paying for it

She didn’t even like it when I said I was going to get a tattoo before I even told her I wanted a tramp stamp.

The one I want is probably going to be SO expensive. It’s not huge, but it’s not small. Emily has a million tattoos and almost has sleeves, and she works at a tattoo shop. She says tattoos are SO expensive here. I am guessing the one I want will probably be like $500.00 or more

I can’t wait for her to get out of school so I can show her. She’s not a fan of tramp stamps, and lots of people aren’t. I am wondering if I am getting something equivalent to an arm band tattoo. Not the tattoo I picked out, just the area. Oh, well. I like it.

My flabby stomach is out. I wish I had a flat stomach so I could get one right above my vagina on the left side. Between my shoulder blades is the only other place I’d get one, and I don’t know what to put there. I do not want one you can see. I am not going to be wearing short shirts, ever, so people won’t see it. It’s not that I don’t want people to see it. It’s just that I think I would look dumb with a tattoo on my arm, foot or leg. I would look dumb with a tattoo that isn’t extremely girly. I don’t have the right look like Emily.

See, she looks good with tattoos:

She has got more since then.

I look all girly and dress preppy, so I can’t get away with it. Not that I would even want ones on my arms or anything.

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The only thing is that I don’t have a butt

I searched “tramp stamp” on flickr, and I came across two people’s whose sites I have read, and they have tramp stamps. Weird.

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Forget everything. I looked at my butt in the mirror, and it’s too flat

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JKksadksad

I ended up going to the ER with Christy earlier. She was throwing up (and everything else) all last night and today. Her lovely husband left her alone. I stayed for like an hour and a half. Then I got really tired and called my mom and told her to pick her up when she is ready. We went to this new hospital here. Christy said she has taken her son there and it’s never busy. It didn’t look busy when we got there, but they took forever to call her back, and when they did, she was in the hallway getting and IV and everything. When I left, the waiting room was PACKED!!!!!

I wear the same size jeans as Christy now. I can give her all my clothes that I wear at this size. I only have 3 pairs of jeans that fit me. I bought a new pair today. They are a tiny bit too tight on me, but that’s good. Christy still looks a lot skinnier than me. I guess it’s because she is really skinny up top.

I have been talking to Andrew on the phone NON-STOP. Every time I get off the phone with him, I call him back a half hour later. Andrew made me an email address to email him at so I don’t flood his other email that he was using to look for a job. I bet him and Rich are going to be mad at me. I know the password to it, so Rich asked me for Andrew’s email address, and I gave him the one I have the password to lol. I didn’t think about it, but I know I am going to get blamed for giving him that email address because I can read it. I just logged into it to see if Andrew checked his email, and there was an email from Rich. Of course I read it lol. I called Andrew and told him at like 12am. He said he was sleeping, but I logged into the account again, and he read it because it was read and I marked it as “unread”. I bet he said he was sleeping to get out of talking to me for the one millionth time today. I am surprised he didn’t delete it. He was also supposedly sleeping at 11:30pm last night, but he answers his phone. I don’t care if he lied to me. He has been talking to me a million times a day.

And damn search engines. They help people find my website when I really don’t want them to know how crazy I am. I didn’t think you could get here by googling my AIM or Yahoo name. I thought I took it out of every post.

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Drunk

I’m finally just sobering up. I went out to eat with Jake, Christy, Jake’s parents (from CA), my mom and dad. I had one huge margarita that tasted like straight tequila. Then I had one corona. OMG jakes parents are so funny and cool. Jake has this friend named Andy and I have hung out with them quite a few times. Andy is SO hot. Jake’s mom was talking about me, her and him having a 3 some. She is fucking hilarious. She was saying she flashes people when she gets drunk!!! She is 51!!!! She is pretty though. I was falling asleep at the bar. Christy had to drive me home. Andrew fixed his phone and we made up. I cannot hold my alcohol anymore. That guy I met is telling me that he really likes me. I am so confused. Andrew says maybe he’ll miss me when he is gone and maybe want me to move with him. All I know is I am drunk. I am not as drunk as I was. I couldn’t even keep my head up. I was so bad at the bar (where we went after we ate) that the waitress asked me if I wanted water instead of a drink lol. It really sucks that I can’t drink anymore. If I drink, I get SOOOOO fucked up. I want to go back now that I am a little sobered up, but it is so warm in here and I was freezing. It is SO windy and cold out. Jakes mom is SO funny and cool. They are visiting from California. So this guy really likes me. I don’t know what to do. I like him too, but he is not Andrew. “Oh well, fuck it all” -Andrew (only he says it in German)

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Fine

I am basically fine now. I had a horrible morning yesterday. I was crying my ass off in my psychiatrists office. I was crying so hard and whimpering. I waited and cried for about 30-45 minutes. There was people in there. An old lady sat next to me to try to cheer me up. When she left, this lady acroos the room whispered “are you okay?” It’s amazing how kind humans are. I went up to the front desk and told them I would be outside so to please have my doctor come out there and get me. The lady called my doctor and demanded that she see me immediately. So I went back immediately. Some lady left and there as one lady before me. I felt back because that lady was waiting for a long time.

I got my doctor to give me 1mg ativan. I am almost out, two days later, because 1mg doesn’t do shit. After that I calmed down. I have been talking to Andrew basically all day long for the past few days.

My mom took me out to dinner and shopping last night. We went to Ruby Tuesday’s and shared a meal since I cant eat much. I had 3 bites of food in 2 days. I lost 2 pounds. That was all I had to eat yesterday. I had steak, crab cake, and broccoli. We had mashed potatoes too, but I didn’t eat any. I threw most of the food up in their bathroom. I guess I threw it all up, but I came out and had a few more bites and I didn’t throw that up. We went to the mall. I went to Macy’s and went to Mac and got 3 eyeshadows, 2 brushes, and 2 eyeliners. My mom definitely felt bad for me if I didn’t even have to convince her to buy buy it all.

I got my first pair of jeans from a skinny store! I got a size 14 pair of jeans from American Eagle. They fit me perfectly. I don’t need a belt, and they are not too tight. I got an XL shirt from there. That really cheered me up. I got 5 pairs of undies from Victoria’s Secret. All size large.

I feel like everyone is going to think I was so stupid for believing that Andrew would let me move with him. It was stupid of me, but at least he will be gone. I can move on with my life. I am sure I will still talk to him and maybe visit him. But I will try to like other guys. Another guy is sure to get my mind off of him. I will try to keep busy. Believe it or not, I am not depressed. I am not depressed like I get when I post here. I am just very sad. Leslie gave me some good advice on how hard changes are. I always talk to her. She is very smart.

BTW, I canceled all of my domains, and was able to get them back. I canceled my myspace and flickr. I have a new flickr now. I found a program to backup all your photos you have one there.

Maybe this is a good thing, even though it hurts SO bad right now. Maybe I can convince my mom to take me shopping today. I am only going to have one pair of jeans while I lose weight. I will buy one pair when I lose another size. You can wear jeans a few times, and it’s not like I don’t have a washer and dryer. I don’t care what other people think. I have never really cared about what people think of me. I do in some ways, but not very much.

I am going to go to my mom’s now and try not to call Andrew too much today.

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Oh yeah, my GPS got stolen from my car. I ALWAYS lock the doors, and the window wasn’t broken, so they must have another way to get in. I am so upset.

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Hhsdahjasd

I am so miserable. I am back to being depressed again. I am starting to understand Andrew better. I want to listen to angry music, just like him. I can’t talk to anyone, just like him. I made my mom cry today and I didn’t care, something he does to me. I don’t want to go anywhere, just like him. The last few times he has been over here, he has been really depressed. I know it’s him and not me, now. Until like a couple weeks ago, for almost 2 years, I thought it was my fault. I thought there was something wrong with me. “Am I too fat?” “Am I too ugly?” That’s all I thought. I can’t believe that I believed that for over 1 year and 7 months. I seriously believed that every-single-day. The thought NEVER entered my mind that maybe it’s him. He tried to tell me, but I didn’t believe him. I still think it’s me in some ways. “What if I was perfect looking?” “What if I weighed 110 pounds and looked like a Barbi?” I now know that Andrew doesn’t think I am ugly, after a recent conversation I had with him. What am I talking about? I still believe it’s me. If some other girl was in love with him, then he’d treat her better.

Andrew knows EVERYTHING bad about me. He knows stuff I don’t even post on here. I don’t think any other guy would want to be with me once they find out everything bad about me. It doesn’t even matter. I can’t even give any other guys a chance. I feel nothing when I talk to other guys. I felt nothing when I kissed that guy. I don’t like talking to him on the phone. He annoys me. I can’t come up with anything to say to him. I am not interested. I don’t give a fuck. I just want to tell him something bad so he won’t like me anymore. I want to like him… but I can’t.

I keep calling my mom, then I’ll sit there on the phone and say absolutely nothing for 5 minutes straight. Then later, I’ll think I am in a better mood, and I’ll call her back, then I find out that I still have nothing to say.

Sometimes I seem like I am happy on this blog… I guess. I am not. I am a miserable person. Ask my mom. Ask Emily, my best friend. They know how miserable I am. I treat them like shit, just like Andrew treats me like shit. Why do I complain about him so much when I do the same thing to other people? He is the only person I am nice to.

I don’t want to be friends with Christy anymore. Sarah is alright, but I don’t want to hang out with her. I will always want to be friends with Emily, but I treat her like shit.

One day my mom is going to die, and I am going to have to live with how I treated her when she was alive. I love her more than it is possible to love someone, but I am so miserable that I treat her like I hate her. She tried to talk to me today, but I couldn’t talk. She was just getting on my nerves with her questions, so she started crying. I told her to just give me some money so I can leave. It totally reminds me of Andrew. I know he cares about me, but he is miserable just like me.

I guess some of it is just because I am depressed. I am not always miserable and in a bad mood. I do have an attitude problem a lot of the time, but sometimes I am nice to people. Not liking any other guys has nothing to do with me being depressed. I couldn’t see any guys for a long time after Chris broke up with me.

Enough about that. Other than this morning, the last 3 mornings in a row, my neighbors and I have woken up to shit on the walkway in front of our apartments. It looked like a large dog did it. My neighbors believed that a human was doing it. I don’t know, but it was gross. The last day it was smack in front of my door. My nosy neighbor picked it up for me. It made to scared to take my dogs out at 2am last night just thinking that there may be some sicko outside shitting on the sidewalk. Dogs usually don’t poop on cement. I don’t see stray dogs around here. I wonder if there was a reason it was in front of my door. Maybe someone hates me. I really wonder if it was a person or a dog. I live in the city, so there’s no telling. I hate taking my dogs out in the middle of the night. This area is not too bad, but there will be a million dollar house next to a hotel that crack heads stay at (at least in the winter when they are cheap to stay in). There are a lot of weirdos out at night here. There are some homeless people. I have NO clue why someone would want to live in a million dollar house down here at the beach. I hate it. Too many drunks, too much traffic, etc.

My mom got the number for some big guy at Stihl (they make chainsaws and tools. it’s a factory.) for Andrew. He applied for a job there. Her boss knows some guy there. It’s like really hard to get a job there, and they pay really good money. Actually, Andrew’s roommate and his roommate’s wife works there, so I don’t know why Andrew said that they couldn’t help him get a job there. My brother worked there before he joined the Navy. Andrew wants some technician job there or something. I don’t know. I don’t know if he will even call the guy because he is an idiot like that. He is not a go-getter. I haven’t talked to him about it yet.

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Private

I am making a plan for tonight. I may do something evil. You guys will be shocked. But then again, it’s me we are talking about. I do some crazy ass shit. I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t help myself. I don’t know if the opportunity will arise, but I sure hope it does. It is probably a really bad idea, but it’s a twice in a lifetime opportunity lol. It will probably make someone really mad at me. I don’t know why I’ll do it when that someone is being nice to me. I’ll be drunk, that’s my excuse. No, Marie, don’t do it!!!!!! It’s a bad idea!!!!! But paybacks are a bitch. What do I doooooo?????

In September or October, when we were fighting really bad, Andrew claimed that he had a new girlfriend. I was SO hurt, but at the same time I didn’t believe him. I finally asked him if it was true, yesterday, and it wasn’t. I knew it. I only told Leslie, Emily, Sarah, Christy and my mom. She supposedly lived in North Carolina and he met her when he went to visit one of his friends. I wasn’t so worried about it, even if it was true, because he never goes there, and he doesn’t have time.

I may ruin EVERYTHING tonight, but I think it’s a chance worth taking. I think he deserves it. I am going to ruin everything I worked so hard for. I have been having second thoughts about being with him anyways. It may not even happen tonight, and in some ways I hope it doesn’t. But if the timing is right, it will.

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I agree with the comment Leslie wrote. I decided not to do it anyways. I don’t know if I am even going to be able to go out tonight. I am FIGHTING to stay awake… I mean FIGHTING!

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Got thrown up on, on Valentines Day

I have seriously washed my face 4 times today, and I have taken two baths. I am doing something important with Andrew tomorrow night, and if I get a blemish, I’ll die. I usually never get blemishes, but I know it will happen just because I don’t want it to sooooooo bad. I am so excited. I will tell you guys what I am doing late tomorrow night when I get home or the next day.

I went to Sarah’s tonight. What a bad idea. First of all, Sarah has had 3 DUIs, and she has no drivers license. She wanted to go to the liquor store and grocery store to get some tomatoes. So she said she’ll drive. She brought a drink. Finally when we were down the street I said “Sarah, is there alcohol in there?” She told me there was. Grrrrr. I don’t like driving drunk or with people who are drunk.

She got a new dog. It is the CUTEST Beagle ever. It is a 7 week old girl. We brought her dog because her little girl picks the dog up by the neck, and Sarah didn’t trust that her husband would watch them well enough. So I am holding the dog, and it throws up ALL THE FUCK OVER ME. I mean, IT WAS ALL OVER. I am wearing a zip up hoodie, with the front open, and a short sleeve thin shirt underneath. The throw up got all over my hoddie, shirt and a little bit on my jeans. Sarah tells me to take my shirt off and wear my bra. I told her to go home, but she said she was just going to the grocery store real quick. So here I am, in the middle of winter, sitting in her truck, with a bra on, at the grocery store and all the way back to her house. I felt like such an idiot.

She gave me a shirt to wear when I got to her house. She also gave me the cutest jeans that used to fit her. They fit me PERFECTLY. They fit me GREAT in the legs and the stomach. They fit me better than any jeans I have bought since I have lost weight.

I did some shopping today. My Valentines Day will be tomorrow, and man will it be fun.

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What a mean joke

First of all, I lost another pound today. That’s 3 pounds in two days. It did say 209, then I weighed myself again, and it said 210. It usually doesn’t change, so I don’t know why it did.

Andrew played a cruel joke on me tonight. I brought up something I did, and I said that I thought it was funny. He said “you know what’s funny?” Then he hung the phone up on me!!!!! Then he kept his phone off for like 2 hours!!!!! I thought I ruined everything. I didn’t tell him this, but I was FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!!!! I was trying so hard not to go psycho. I called my mom crying SO bad. Then she picked me up and took me shopping at the mall, and Christy’s daughter played in the play center they have (of course we were with her). I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo depressed. I thought for sure I ruined everything. I got two pajama shirts to match the pajamas I have. I didn’t pay any attention to them while I was there getting the pajama bottoms. I was still soooooooooooooooo depressed. So we all get in the car, and I call him to see if his phone is on yet, and he answers. He told me he was just fucking with me He did say he was disappointed in me, but he’s not mad.

I am telling you, I was crying BAD. I almost took my cell phone and threw it up against the wall. I used to always throw stuff when I would get pissed off. I’ve never hit anybody (with my hands), but I threw a Taco Bell drink on my friend Maria and a coffee cup at my brother’s best friend’s head. I think that’s all I’ve thrown at people. My brother’s best friend always jokes me about it. He says I tried to kill him with a coffee cup lol. Oh wait… I’ve hit Chris (my ex) before. I used to have this very popular Nokia. I wish I could find the one. The AT&T people used to call it “the die hard Nokia”, and it freaking was too. I’d throw that thing so many times, and it’d fall apart, and you’d put it together again, and it would work perfectly lol. I had that phone for a long time. It was the first phone I ever had, and I was 18. It’s the same phone number and contract I have now. Wow, 7 years.

The moment Andrew told me he was fucking with me, I snapped out of it. I was so happy!!!! See I ALWAYS overreact.

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I think this was the phone:

http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_6150-10.php

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