Five more days and I'll be 23. Not ficiton, it's a reality. I am almost there; two more years and I will be 25. I don't want to be twenty-five and unmarried. I will be twenty-five and with a child, but I am hoping that things do work out between me and Greg and somehow, he decides to make me his Mrs. Wilson.
Then again, I kindly and kind of hope he doesn't do this yet. Fear of hanging myself on the marital rope? Yeah, I kind of have it, but I have this small feeling that if he is the one, most likely we will be fine. After all, I've loved him since I was sixteen.
Anyway, this new post isn't about Greg and me but mostly about the whole shit that's going or well that happened between me and Cristina, my friend that in the last post I lashed at due to misinterpretation of all that happened with "The Jacket." It's all cleared out and if Cris actually reads the last post, please forgive me for all I said. I lashed out for no stinking reason and I don't mean all the horrid bullshit I said.
I did gave her my blogger information, or I will as soon as I finish writing this post. She will be a bit mad at the last post and the shit I said but I am already here saying that I am sorry so it is THIS POST the one that matters, the last one is past, this is the present.
She is totally right; I should and I will give her the jacket. She has no coat, or jacket and she has given me stuff, especially when we hang out she practically feeds me and she's paying for my Mega Con ticket. I need to give her a break and give her something she needs. The jacket is all hers.
But, now I am so thinking about Greg. I'm trying to stay awake past midnight so I can call him around 1am. I need to ask him if he is coming over tomorrow like I want him to. I am sure he will. I need to see him and talk to him, especially about what he asked me on Friday when he called me. I am so giving him an official second chance. He kind of was dating someone; until now we were an open relationship because he was afraid of making ourselves official after the fiasco that occurred last summer. Well, if we can work on our communication issues, for sure I will be willing to give Gregory Alan Wilson a second chance. He has been good to me lately to be honest. With the whole baby thing he has taken responsibility.
Okay, remember first post I said I am pregnant? I am, then again I feel like suing Planned Parenthood for giving me a bad test or something. NEVER TAKE A TEST IN THE AFTERNOON! Always take a test in the morning, it will give you best results.
I am exhausted at this very moment. All I am going to dream about is my pug girl Nana who is right now misbehaving in the living room. She is a fucking troublemaker. I'm telling you, if she was my actual own dog, I will NEVER take her to a dog park after what she did to my mother on Saturday. I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe some other time I will tell you all what happened.
I am going to go. I am really tired and in the need to sleep. I am not going to sleep now but as soon as I get a hold of G, I will go to bed. Later!
Anyway, this new post isn't about Greg and me but mostly about the whole shit that's going or well that happened between me and Cristina, my friend that in the last post I lashed at due to misinterpretation of all that happened with "The Jacket." It's all cleared out and if Cris actually reads the last post, please forgive me for all I said. I lashed out for no stinking reason and I don't mean all the horrid bullshit I said.
I did gave her my blogger information, or I will as soon as I finish writing this post. She will be a bit mad at the last post and the shit I said but I am already here saying that I am sorry so it is THIS POST the one that matters, the last one is past, this is the present.
She is totally right; I should and I will give her the jacket. She has no coat, or jacket and she has given me stuff, especially when we hang out she practically feeds me and she's paying for my Mega Con ticket. I need to give her a break and give her something she needs. The jacket is all hers.
But, now I am so thinking about Greg. I'm trying to stay awake past midnight so I can call him around 1am. I need to ask him if he is coming over tomorrow like I want him to. I am sure he will. I need to see him and talk to him, especially about what he asked me on Friday when he called me. I am so giving him an official second chance. He kind of was dating someone; until now we were an open relationship because he was afraid of making ourselves official after the fiasco that occurred last summer. Well, if we can work on our communication issues, for sure I will be willing to give Gregory Alan Wilson a second chance. He has been good to me lately to be honest. With the whole baby thing he has taken responsibility.
Okay, remember first post I said I am pregnant? I am, then again I feel like suing Planned Parenthood for giving me a bad test or something. NEVER TAKE A TEST IN THE AFTERNOON! Always take a test in the morning, it will give you best results.
I am exhausted at this very moment. All I am going to dream about is my pug girl Nana who is right now misbehaving in the living room. She is a fucking troublemaker. I'm telling you, if she was my actual own dog, I will NEVER take her to a dog park after what she did to my mother on Saturday. I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe some other time I will tell you all what happened.
I am going to go. I am really tired and in the need to sleep. I am not going to sleep now but as soon as I get a hold of G, I will go to bed. Later!
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