whaaaa?

pack your own parachute

Derived from the sacred motto of parachutists, meaning to put your condom on yourself.

Whatever you do, pack your own parachute. She's been around with a vengeance.

Left a good job in the ci-tay...

Do I really even care? Or is it just because I feel like he shouldve told me. In my mind, I'm like if he can dispose of this person whom he's known for longer than me. THE SCOOP: BF and his roomie apparently had a falling out. Which honestly bewilders me that happened. I personally dont know the backstory and it wasnt really the roomies place to tell me, but this all went down a month ago. Maybe if BF wasnt always so damn busy, he could pick up the phone and tell me. Should I just cut my losses, because I honestly look forward to the day that I can see him again but if there isnt any point I might as well cut it off now. But that could just be me acting like a female again, tripping about things that arent really happening. I just hope that we havent talked in such a long time that there wont be a connection anymore.

On a lighter note:
I need to quit my job before I literally go insane.
Like really.

I'm ready for the next phase to happen, I just dont know how to grasp it.

I know that Florida will be a good place for me to spread my wings. I just have to get there.

Ain't no shame cuz I gotta get mine...

SO! In an effort to remove my whole brain from being consumed with thinking about BF, trying so hard to delete or at least put my extreme level of missing him into the back of my head, I slipped. I called Throwback aka Tuxedo Mask for Lilo's sake. And after an infinite number of hours of rapping me up about what he's doing right now. I let myself allow him back in and now....im pretty sure he just left, and i'm further lost for words, and dont want to share anymore details. Just to stay my thoughts were removed, and now there back mangled with other complicated ones. And I dont understand. I DONT UNDERSTAND!!!

Im such a lame. Ugh this is like me and Marcus only I wanted to give him the goods. Recline the futon until it goes no further. im such a female.

Im lunchin really hard right now, because I dont want the goods, I just want my friend. Never loved this hard before. Why cant I just call him?

Pt 2: Im feening for a hug from BF. They mean so much to me, I feel mad protected. ..I hope your getting ready girl and dont forget the wine.....

Just realized the gaping wound on my boob is a burn. And HOW pray tell do you get a second degree burn on your breast? Starbucks = boob burn