if i could, id breathe you, eat you, drink you, do you as a drug.
this is love.
yea so i totally forgot about the other day...i guess thats just how unmoving it was.
it seriously didnt effect me. at all. cept it made me very happy. well...sorta. i mean, it did in the sense that all i could think about was u and how much better you are. it made me see that no matter what, nobody can ever compare in any way shape or form. ive proven to myself that ill never have to waste my time again wondering. the only thing that bothered me is i wish youd act that way....i couldnt help but get really upset because i want that from u. and its very very frustrating since no one does it justice and i cant find it anywhere else. so its gotta be you.
its gotta be you! uh huh uh huh, all the way. its gotta be you, uh huh uh huh, every day! i promise you i will be true, yea, its only you!
backstreet boys are the shit.
so maybe i understand you a little more, and the old situations u got yourself into. i kno why im number one and always have been, cuz u feel the same way i do. the only thing is that you didnt reach this conclusion quite as fast as i did.
all i can say about that is: fucking retard.
and. u piss me off.
but anyway. today was my babes 21st birthday. it was so great to see him so happy. i mean really, truly happy. nothing could have gone better for him, minus the stomach ache from the pulpy screwdriver. it was so nice that he got to see aaron, i kno that made him happy. i hope they get to hang out soon. aaron is phillips my taylor. cept not quite. close tho.
i wonder if the way i talk makes sense. sometimes i wonder if i think differently than most ppl and thus string words together differently. like "aaron is phillips my taylor". i dont kno if that makes sense to anyone reading this. i guess if u kno me and u kno how id say it outloud itd make sense. i just couldnt think of any other way to say it. bah. oh well. i like me so.
im trying to lose weight. at my drs appt on thursday i weighed 137. not so bad considering i topped out at 155. but its still so much and i still cant fit into any of my jeans. i tried on my fave pair today, and they actually worked their way up a little more than usual. so i guess thats good, making progress. ive been limiting myself to about one meal a day, pretty much consisting of maybe a bowl of cheerios or a sandwhich. today i had 3 meals. bowl of cheerios, half a jr burger from sonic, and a huge salad at chilis. honestly, i thought about throwing up the salad...cuz it was just so much food. but i cant will myself to do it. i dont really want to. i just figure ive got another day to work this shit off, and it will come off in time. i dont want to get into all that puking bullshit again. its too stressful and takes up way too much of my time. plus im never alone so i dont have the means of just wandering away to be in the bathrm for half an hour or in my room alone for just as long.
but yea. i fed ethan and put him back in his bassinet. hes still awake and making his baby noises. they put me to sleep when i lay there and listen to him, which is what i need to go do now thats it midnite. i think i accomplished much in this entry...so im off. goodnite.
10:51 pm - 06.01.08
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