So, really. You guys. Something that has REALLY been bothering me is the fact that people WILL NOT believe the fact that I've quit drinking. People still call me and tell me they want to get fucked up. People still say, "Hey, there's this party..." and even after I explain that I quit drinking because I turn into a tragic, mean fucking bitch, they won't let up. At all.
"Awww, come on! Are you sure? It's tasty! I'll buy you a drink!"
I'M. NOT. DRINKING. ANYMORE. I have quit drinking. This does not mean I've slowed down. This does not mean I'm taking a little breather. I have not had one drop of alcohol in over two months. I feel and look better than I've felt in over two years.
I'm not Bre, the drunken, tragic bitch anymore. If you can't accept that, move the fuck on.
Also. I do not appreciate the fact that people I once thought were my friends are now talking mad shit about me. And not really behind my back, either. They're making the mistake of saying it to the one person who tells me EVERYTHING, no matter how painful it might be to hear. So to all of you, thanks so much for being so fucking sweet to my face and then turning right around and calling me 'SUCH a crazy bitch'. Thanks so much. 'Cause I never uttered ONE fucking mean thing about ANY of you in the entire time I've known you all. And even worse, one of you, who I thought was a GREAT friend-- if I ever had a problem with you, I brought it straight to your face. But I guess you don't want to show me the same respect. Thanks.
Okay. Got that off my chest. Yay!
In happy news. Blew a shitload of money on shoes and clothes and movies and household supplies last weekend. I got the best. Pumps. EVAR. I really need to post a picture of them, 'cause somehow I can't find them online. Which is nuts.
Just got Turr's Mac all internetted in my room today after buying a new fancy router. So we're all networked and glorious now. Watching movies on one screen and interbutting on the other. It's retarded boss.
Work is okay. It's been super slow the last week, but whatever. I'm making money. And we finally got a new store manager. She seems nice so far.
Getting my new phone around the 25th. This means I'm changing my number. I'll let you all know when that happens.
Other than all that, starting next Friday, I'm saving up about half of my paychecks toward an apartment. We're moving kinda far. Heh. I'll leave it at that.
And finally, Terry and I are doing fucking fantastic. I am madly in love with a gorgeous moose, San Diego! I love you so much, baby.
Anyhow. Watching Semi-Pro and drinking tea, winding down for bed. Wewt! I have to work tomorrow and it's balls. Bah. Oh well. Need monies.
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