Pissy mood.Peach tea and letter writing.

So,I got to work and one of the gals i work with was like I have to talk to you.

I go into the laundrey room and she was like: Jared Told everyone hear he is your boyfriend.

I looked at her: SHe looked at me.She goes you look pissed off. I am I said.

RAWR. So I reached my breaking point…..I WAS SO PISSED OFF>

I was..REALLY PISSED OFF> Like rip his legs off and beat him with it pissed off.

I said Hey Donna. Wait here I am gonna call him and ask.

SO I called him. And He was all" Hey babe."

I said"Did you tell Donna I am your girlfriend?"

"NO"

Do you want to talk to her?"

"No"

"Is she lying?"

"No."

"So?"

"I like you."

"That doesnt fucking matter. YOU ARE NOT MY BOYFRIEND. I dont have a boyfriend. I dont want a boyfriend. If I ever wanted a boyfriend I would pick someone In particular up.How many times Must I tell you this? Another thing.If you call me over and over again one more time. I will beat the crap out of you. DOnt call me. Dont come over. Dont talk to me."

He said"Oh.Are you mad at me?"

….Fucking duh….

Why would I say that if I wasnt mad?

er…I dont get it.Anyone?

I wrote Boomer a letter earlier. Put everything out there. Guess I will find out eh?

Anyway…Besides the fact that I have come to the conclusion I love peach tea and all of the above I dont have too much more to write.

Teamo mi amigas y mi amigos.

*licks Mistah inappropriate*

Siarai