Thursday, March 28, 2013
Happy Birthday to ME!
So I turned 26 today, woopdi-fucking-doo... The birthday was great. My parents, my friends and I went out for dinner. Cindi baked me a cake and a cupcake.
It a butterfly! The candles was the things that come out of butterflies' heads... Feelers? And then dad ate it...
The cake was vanilla, with chocolate icing, and speckled eggs. Mmmmmmmmm...
My birthday party was a pool party, with 5 close friends.
Unfortunately nothing too interesting happened, but that was exactly what I wanted.
It was cool!
XOXOXOXO
It a butterfly! The candles was the things that come out of butterflies' heads... Feelers? And then dad ate it...
The cake was vanilla, with chocolate icing, and speckled eggs. Mmmmmmmmm...
My birthday party was a pool party, with 5 close friends.
Unfortunately nothing too interesting happened, but that was exactly what I wanted.
It was cool!
XOXOXOXO
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Drawing the line
So, the past few months have been one of the biggest roller coasters I've ever been on. Lessons have been learnt, and I've also learnt a lot about myself and what I want in life...
The boyfriend that made me feel so alive has been cut off. I've learnt that I am capable of loving and being loved. I've also realised that my white picket fence dream isn't worth it anymore. I don't want to bend over to try and make someone happy whilst I still have to deal with my demons.
After spending a fortune, literally, on a self-centered, impulsive kid, and not getting anything back in return except for insults and threats, I'm done...
I'm now the little whore who is ignoring anything containing romantic intentions. If you're wondering where that shocking phrase comes from, I'll explain. We broke up, and I ran back to the stupid ex that I feel nothing for... Stupid, stupid, stupid mistake.
I'm done with taking responsibility for someone's happiness. I'm done with making decisions revolving around someone else. I'm done with writing letters. I'm done with "I love you". I'm done with "I miss you". And I am extremely done with "I'm sorry".
This is just another rant about how messed up I am and what dumb mistakes I have made.
I'm not sad, just angry. Angry that I let myself go through with this. There were so many warning signs that I ignored. Against my better judgment, I kept going. At least I know I'm not a quitter. I don't give up, well, just until I really don't have a choice anymore.
These days, I'm putting myself first again. After all, this is MY life. Fair enough?
I'm on the starvation diet consisting out of coffee and cigarettes. I get enough sleep. I take my pills daily. And lastly, I work my ass off.
Pat on the back for me not being miserable.
I choose life.
Sent from my BlackBerry®
The boyfriend that made me feel so alive has been cut off. I've learnt that I am capable of loving and being loved. I've also realised that my white picket fence dream isn't worth it anymore. I don't want to bend over to try and make someone happy whilst I still have to deal with my demons.
After spending a fortune, literally, on a self-centered, impulsive kid, and not getting anything back in return except for insults and threats, I'm done...
I'm now the little whore who is ignoring anything containing romantic intentions. If you're wondering where that shocking phrase comes from, I'll explain. We broke up, and I ran back to the stupid ex that I feel nothing for... Stupid, stupid, stupid mistake.
I'm done with taking responsibility for someone's happiness. I'm done with making decisions revolving around someone else. I'm done with writing letters. I'm done with "I love you". I'm done with "I miss you". And I am extremely done with "I'm sorry".
This is just another rant about how messed up I am and what dumb mistakes I have made.
I'm not sad, just angry. Angry that I let myself go through with this. There were so many warning signs that I ignored. Against my better judgment, I kept going. At least I know I'm not a quitter. I don't give up, well, just until I really don't have a choice anymore.
These days, I'm putting myself first again. After all, this is MY life. Fair enough?
I'm on the starvation diet consisting out of coffee and cigarettes. I get enough sleep. I take my pills daily. And lastly, I work my ass off.
Pat on the back for me not being miserable.
I choose life.
Sent from my BlackBerry®
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Monday, December 31, 2012
Happy New Year!
New Year's Eve was a blast, except for fighting for an hour before we entered the Square, Jono and I had fun.
We had VIP tickets to see Jack Parrow, and then he never pitched at DropZone???
We had VIP tickets to see Jack Parrow, and then he never pitched at DropZone???
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| Blayne and I... |
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| Me and my baby love! |
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| Some random dude... Dropzone had a foam party ;) |
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| Jack Parrow brah!!! |
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| I look super duper ugly with a bike helmet... |
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| Me and my old buddies!!!! |
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| Those "happy new year" shit gets in everywhere!!! |
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Jono got hurt... My dad is awesome!
After the car accident, Jonathan was complaining about back and neck pains.
Solution:
Voltarin injections work ;)
Solution:
Voltarin injections work ;)
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