I. AM. DYING.
I'm so goddamn bored. I've already pretty much cleaned everything I can. No. That's not true. There are still dishes in the sink. And a carpet to be vacuumed. But eff that, I say. But hey. At least I scrubbed the bathtub. Heh.
Ummm. I miss Terry so bad right now. Last I talked to him was last night around midnight and he was shitfaced and bitching about someone pissing or spilling beer on his mattress. In the back of Toby's truck. Heh. At first he was ready to throw down, but then like two seconds later he decided to go to sleep instead. HEH! He called this morning at 8:21, but I was sleeping and didn't even hear my phone ring. Now his phone is dead. And I'm going crazy. I MISS MY BABY. And I probably won't even get to see him until sometime this week. It kills me.
So later I guess Karina's gonna come pick up Toby aka Buddy-Bulldog aka The Fat One, and mom's gonna bring smokies and we're going to Gramma and Grampa's. Weeee!
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