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Bitter
Tired again... Steve finally called, but couldn't talk long, so I have no clue what's going on. He said he'd call me back in the morning, so maybe I'll know what I'm doing then. Bah.
I spoke to my friend Danielle, who I literally haven't spoken to in three years. I guess she finally tracked me down and made the effort to contact me... It was nice to talk to her. We mostly just caught up on what's been going on in our lives. She's going to call me back sometime tomorrow, from what she said. I guess she's an LNP, working for a nursing home in Rutland. She was telling me that her sister was getting married this July and had had a baby who died in October. It's funny how life is so different for everyone. She told me that Dawn's ex-boyfriend has a baby now, as well as a couple other kids from our class. So many people I know are married or have kids now. I didn't think that 20 was that old...
I'm kind of bummed out now. It's strange to think that that entire part of my life is dead. It kind of makes me wonder what I'd be like if I had stayed there, instead of moving on. Life would be very different, that's for sure.
My house sold on Wednesday. It fucks with me to think that I can never go home again now. Grabbing a few of my things out on Saturday is really eating away at me. It's too wierd to think that I'll never set foot inside a place I lived for 16 years again. I hate the thought of another family living in my house. I don't want them taking down my rope swing or uprooting the tiger lillies over Shane's grave. I don't want them digging up my rose bushes or cutting down my lilac bush or painting my room. I hope that house brings them nothing but pain and sorrow. God, I'm bitter.
I need to start eating better and sleeping more. The residual stress from leaving my job is still giving me headaches and ruining my appetite. I'm going to bed now, I think. I'm done dealing with things for tonight.
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NAME: Samantha
BUST/WAIST/HIPS: 43-29-43
HEIGHT: 63"
WEIGHT: 155ish? I have no clue
BIRTH DATE: 07.18.81
BIRTHPLACE: Vermont
AMBITIONS: the forensic sciences
TURN-ONS: intelligence, a good sense of humour, nice hands, mouth, and eyes.
TURN-OFFS: ignorance, poor hygiene
THE SEXIEST MAN THAT EVER LIVED IS: Sean Connery
MY FAVORITE BANDS: Bowie, Genitorturers, The Doors, Underworld
IN FIVE YEARS: I'll be almost 26
I WISH I HAD: more money
IF I COULD CHANGE ANYTHING: I'm not sure...
I spoke to my friend Danielle, who I literally haven't spoken to in three years. I guess she finally tracked me down and made the effort to contact me... It was nice to talk to her. We mostly just caught up on what's been going on in our lives. She's going to call me back sometime tomorrow, from what she said. I guess she's an LNP, working for a nursing home in Rutland. She was telling me that her sister was getting married this July and had had a baby who died in October. It's funny how life is so different for everyone. She told me that Dawn's ex-boyfriend has a baby now, as well as a couple other kids from our class. So many people I know are married or have kids now. I didn't think that 20 was that old...
I'm kind of bummed out now. It's strange to think that that entire part of my life is dead. It kind of makes me wonder what I'd be like if I had stayed there, instead of moving on. Life would be very different, that's for sure.
My house sold on Wednesday. It fucks with me to think that I can never go home again now. Grabbing a few of my things out on Saturday is really eating away at me. It's too wierd to think that I'll never set foot inside a place I lived for 16 years again. I hate the thought of another family living in my house. I don't want them taking down my rope swing or uprooting the tiger lillies over Shane's grave. I don't want them digging up my rose bushes or cutting down my lilac bush or painting my room. I hope that house brings them nothing but pain and sorrow. God, I'm bitter.
I need to start eating better and sleeping more. The residual stress from leaving my job is still giving me headaches and ruining my appetite. I'm going to bed now, I think. I'm done dealing with things for tonight.
NAME: Samantha
BUST/WAIST/HIPS: 43-29-43
HEIGHT: 63"
WEIGHT: 155ish? I have no clue
BIRTH DATE: 07.18.81
BIRTHPLACE: Vermont
AMBITIONS: the forensic sciences
TURN-ONS: intelligence, a good sense of humour, nice hands, mouth, and eyes.
TURN-OFFS: ignorance, poor hygiene
THE SEXIEST MAN THAT EVER LIVED IS: Sean Connery
MY FAVORITE BANDS: Bowie, Genitorturers, The Doors, Underworld
IN FIVE YEARS: I'll be almost 26
I WISH I HAD: more money
IF I COULD CHANGE ANYTHING: I'm not sure...