Deb Deb n’ Me.

Wow. After more than a month of silence to this all too cursed diary, i’m back again with an array of things to spatter about. I can’t really tell you in intricate detail all of the guys i’ve dated or who i’ve hated. I can’t tell you about the break ups, the hok ups, the friend, and the loss of them. But i can tell you of what i know right nw. I”ve just been okay. I mean, i do have my downfall in days, but i’m better. I’m still fantabulous. I am sitting here with my friend Deborah, i seems we’ve become pretty attached at the hip recently. OH!! I must tell you about my dream man. I’ve always told myself i’m going to marry a guy that drives a brand new mustang in laser red, just like my car only a newer year. Also, said he’d be tall, and skinny. But gorgeous. OMG!! Okay, what would you do if your DREAM person drove right by you. Well, he did. An he manged to stick his head out of that beatiful car and smile at me, and wave. well, i thought i’d never see him again, seein as how he’d drive by. Well, after i dropped my friend deb at her house, he drove by~!!! He was in his car with two other cuties. One guy leaned out the window and yelled, hey its that mustang girl you were tlaking about!!! I about died because i’d been referring to him as mustang boi. Well, as hard as we tried to get up next to each other, we couldn’t seem to. Well, to make a long story short, i’d lost my mustang man. Well…I know i’ll see him again because all his friends live near deb. YEA. So its all good. BAI!!!