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Hee, hee...Poop :)
Ok, so here I am, office sitting. Today was interesting....Or something.
My "girlfriend" went to Barbie's party and there seemed to be an altercation with Miami. Scarily enough neither of them will tell me what happened. I have but one sentence to remedy this..."Don't make me call Nemo. She's the only one who's ever straight up with me". It's scary when you can't apply this sentence to A) Your own girlfriend who's s'posed to tell you these things or B) The school gossip queen. Instead I might have to ring the gossip queen's wife. That'll go down well, I'm sure, lol.
See how brazen and brave I am? I'm taking charge of my life again. I'm looking forward to things, no matter what they might be (you can take that as a hint if you like). I'm tired of worrying about relationship problems and trust issues. I'm just over it. Completely over trauma and that gross sick, anxious feeling I get whenever I think of certain things.
Now that I've stopped obsessing over things, I feel normal *shudders* and, another upside, I can see certain situations for what they are and where they're going to lead to...
Anyhow. Moving on and away from such a morose topic. I bought Barbie a birthday present (it was her 18th, so I felt it was my duty)...I got her some really nice amethyst and rose quartz earrings and a purple bangle/bracelet thingy. Personally, I thought that they were very nice.
When my f/unit and myself were shopping yesterday, she was joking around saying that for my 18th (June next year, if anyone wants to know) we should get a matching tattoo. At first I dismissed it, but then I reconsidered and I now believe that it would be the best present anyone could get.
9 months away and I've already picked out the one I really like...It's an angel holding a body. The angel represents my mother and the body is me. I want to have something like "Semper Fidelis" (always faithful) beneath it and a chinese symbol (courage, strength??) above it. It's pretty much a tribute to my mother and how grateful I am to have her and for her help in the past 12-18 months.There were a few times where I was on death's door and without her, I'm sure I'd have passed long beyond it.
So yeah. I'm gonna end on a pleasant and intense note this time by stealing a quote from
leatherboy , "Falling is easy, it's getting back up that's the problem. If you don't believe that you can find a way out, then you become the problem"...
xox