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|r0ckmywurld (profile) wrote, |
on 6-21-2004 at 12:14am
|so i worked tonight and otto and soch visited. then i got a phone call questioning me about my whereabouts friday night. that is the background info for the two stories i would like to tell here now.
the first starts off like this. deirdre dropped me off friday night after the show because there wasnt anything to do. i really didnt want to stay at my house because me and my mother have been at eachothers throats and i couldnt handle wasting away a saturday morning with her. etc. so i start walking down the street and call my best friend because i knew she was just sitting in a parking lot in oxford and i figured that she would come get me. but she said no because "i dont wanna" or "not it" or something like that. so as i am walking down the street at midnight im like "well tell someone to come get me cause i cant handle staying here tonight" and she "didnt feel like it" but she said that otto was there but wouldnt give him her phone because she "didnt wanna" so i called him as i am still walking down the neighborhood in the dark and he said he would come get me. (p.s. i thought he was alone) but jake was with him. so we went for a stone ride and then all went to jakes house and it was supposed to be a slumber party but i passed out really fast so just went up to bed and otto left. :(
my second story goes. i went to hang out with otto tonight and meet at price chopper. i saw soch walking down the road but thought she was just going somewhere. the second i realized she was upset about something i got in my car, put on music that she likes, listened, talked, and did what she wanted.
im a backstabber.
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if fucking gay woohu didnt delete my account i wouldnt be anonymous, 06-21-04 9:37pm
you forgot to add 1) i never was told you and your mom were fighting
-shocked- awesome shoes!
Re:, 07-05-04 12:19am
nope they are my own