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In the words of my beloved Ewan...choose life. Bull. I'm sooooooooooo sick of life as of late. NOTHING seems to go right. Jesse has decided to give up *or so it SEEMS* of course he can't say that because then nothing can be held over my head in the normal Jesse fashion. So yeah...I'm planning on moving everything I have into the basement in some fashion *yes I like that word today* and paying him for rent until I can somehow pull enough out of my ass to get my own small apartment. I can TELL he doesn't even want to try to be together...and I don't know why he just won't come out and say it. Everything I'm interested in he hates and vice versa...so yeah. It's pointless to even try.

And ummmm....I'm sick of typing. More bitching to come later...when I'm more awake and coherrent.


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Dec. 10th, 2003 10:50 am (UTC)
Yanno, I always thought I'd be more pleased when I finally got to read this entry from you. I mean, I knew it would happen, but I had always thought it would have been more statisfing.

A part of me really had hoped you made a better choice. I'm sorry that things didn't turn out the way you wanted.

Oh yeah... I told you he was just pretending to like what you did, Miss "we have everything in common like the Oscars". Care to recant that statement or do I get to gloat?

Ok, I'm done with that, a little bitterness still stored up there.

You know where I live and what means to use to get ahold of me. If you wanna do anything lemme know. ta ta
Dec. 10th, 2003 02:21 pm (UTC)
You know, for claiming to know me so well you sure do take things I say as definate really quickly. For starters...this is my journal...where I come to rant and rave when I'm upset. So what I say in here 9 times out of 10 is totally blown out of proportion. No, you don't get to gloat, and no, you probably never will.
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