tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36055252011-04-21T15:37:50.917-04:00So there's problems in your life<hr> That's fucked up<hr> And I'm not blind<hr> I'm just see-through<hr> Faded<hr> Super jaded<hr> And out of my mind<hr> Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-794526452002-07-26T17:08:00.000-04:002002-07-26T17:08:43.076-04:00Angry...I need some ass, I think. Maybe I'll get it tomorrow, ahem, if I ever talk to a certain person, who didn't email me back, goddammit! I just wanna have meaningless sex with him. I feel like it'll be some sort of accomplishment. Or with my other guy too. God why am I such a ho? Oh well....It's only sex. Ack...Someone hold me...<p> <br />Catherine gave/got oral with this guy she met...LOL, go Catherine. I'm not jealous, which is weird...I dunno if I'd be comfortable getting oral. This is some convo with her: <br />flu ent ger bil: lol they both wanna do me (thats kinda weird) and i would have sex with both of them <br />flu ent ger bil: i almost feel like i dont wanna, but if i dont ill regret it <br />suavechica87: yeah <br />suavechica87: but maybe if u do it u'll regret it <br />suavechica87: but its up to u <br />flu ent ger bil: it really is....i think i should experience as much as possible tho <br />flu ent ger bil: and sex seems like the ultimate experience <br />flu ent ger bil: i really wanna LIVE, but then i really wanna sleep <br />flu ent ger bil: so how fun is getting oral? i've heard good things, but it kinda freaks me out <br />suavechica87: its good <br />flu ent ger bil: hehe <br />suavechica87: lol <br />suavechica87: what else is there to say <br />flu ent ger bil: i'm very into....working for the other person <br />flu ent ger bil: in a way, id rather not be touched <br />suavechica87: lol <br />suavechica87: well i would suggest it <br />flu ent ger bil: hahaha it comes highly recommended <br />flu ent ger bil: like shampoo or somethin <br />suavechica87: shampoo? <br /> <br />OKay, that's enough...I'm very sad, yesterday was fun, i went to College Park with Sam, we stole cigars, I have my very own box now!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-79452645?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-792365502002-07-21T21:44:00.000-04:002002-07-21T21:44:21.513-04:00Well.....everything sucks! Was supposed to hang out with Dustin on Wed, but he had played a show the nite before and was "too tired". Wednesday was spent being very upset, crying, etc...Yesterday I talked to Chris, he still really wants to fuck me. And that makes me happy. Which is terrible, he kept calling me a ho, and I dunno how not true that is. I was talking to Alan later, and I asked why guys wanna fuck me, and he said "Cuz they know you'll let them"....which is true. But any attention is good attention, right? And he wants me, and he tells me nice things...I want a good boyfriend, but thats not gonna happen. So sex is okay. It's just sex. It's made to feel good. He told me he wants to get me off...I can't complain, right?<p> <br />I feel like I could cry all the time...Today my mom was like "What's wrong?" and I got upset and was like "I've been in a bad mood for like a year! I just wanna sleep..." And I like burst into tears...The world is hard. I want Dustin. I want him to love me, and I can never let him go...I'm sure I will one day. But it'll hurt a lot. Damn fuck...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-79236550?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-791632272002-07-19T16:20:00.000-04:002002-07-19T16:20:43.320-04:00<center><center> <br /><img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/picone.jpg"><br><br> <br />because i thought this picture was pretty, laura of <a href="http://mewing.net">mewing.net</a> told me this: "you are a sadistic, bunny-lovin', froot-loop-eatin' warrant fan. you are either a truck driver or will be a truck driver within the next ten years. your favorite holiday is christmas, because you like to eat the tree. you may or may not have a moustache. you may or may not have your nipple pierced." <br /><a href="http://mewing.net/image.html">whatever will laura tell you??</a> <br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-79163227?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-791631542002-07-19T16:18:00.000-04:002002-07-19T16:18:48.300-04:00<a href="http://grapeape.nu/kitty/quiz2.htm" target=new><img src="http://grapeape.nu/kitty/cbfly.gif" border=0></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-79163154?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-791207232002-07-18T17:13:00.000-04:002002-07-18T17:13:31.066-04:00<a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=ilikeneckties" target="new"> <br /><img src="http://www.cartogra.com/rs/19A1ED7D-0123-11D6-B42A-0090277A760E/screen" alt="Karen Arnold"> <br /></a><br> <br />Take the <a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=ilikeneckties" target="new">Which Wonder Years Character are you?</a> quiz by <A href="mailto:dodgeball_ninja@hotmail.com">Ben</a>. <br />She was always so cute.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-79120723?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-791206002002-07-18T17:10:00.000-04:002002-07-18T17:10:16.283-04:00<center><a href="http://www.geocities.com/pants_pants_revolution/" target="new"> <br /><img src="http://bretzlies.com/jean/virginsuicides.gif" border=0></a><br> <br />you're the virgin suicides. you're sad but pretty, and very, very dreamy.<br><font face="verdana" size=1> <br />take the <a href="http://www.geocities.com/pants_pants_revolution/" target="new">which prettie movie are you?</a> quiz, a product of the <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=slinkstercool"><img height="17" border="0" src="http://img.livejournal.com/community.gif" align="absmiddle" width="17"></a><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/slinkstercool/">slinkstercool</a> community.</font></center> <br />Oh yes, God knows I'm pretty...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-79120600?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-790325002002-07-16T16:14:00.000-04:002002-07-16T16:14:51.906-04:00Yesterday was good. I actually went out and saw people, which was new for me. Me and Sam and Vinnie hung out like all day. First I was at Sam's house, then we went to Vinnie's, and then we went and hung out under this little bridge that's over the creek and smoked. Then we walked to College Park and almost died, it was like 500 degrees. Vinnie bought me a water and like nine 39 cent cheesburgers, which I got one of :-) Thank you sweetie! After that, Vinnie went home, and me and Sam went into Rugged and fucked around with everything. They had men's size 18 shoes! These things were fuckin humongous. We ran around with them on over our shoes, and Sam kept putting on these different outfits, and I took pictures. We went to 7-11 and took like 4 free sample cups each, and sat outside of Chipotle with em. Then my mom picked us up and we went home. At like 7:30 we all got together again to go to a show at the radio station. We sat outside and smoked some more, and I had such a good time. I'm starting to like M.O.Y., who I saw for the second time. They're drummer's absolutely adorable, and he has the arms of a god. Red Reaction was cool too, they're guitarist was awesome. I didn't get to see much of the other bands, cuz we were outside smoking, but I had a really really good time! <p> <br />Also going on: I have a "fuck buddy" apparently. Well I was invited to be one, and I accepted happily. Even though he has a new girlfriend...Damn fucking ass...I was really upset for a sec, then the fuck buddy thing came up, and now I'm good, LOL. I'm gonna call him tonite, I've decided. God, I always get so nervous, like I'm 12 and he's Dane...But I can do it. I can! AHHHH! I'M SUCH A GIRL! Kill me please! He'd be fun to fuck tho :-P...I just want it to work out. I don't wanna be let down like I am with everything else. Come on, I need some luvin'!<p> <br />Well, I'm gonna go look for more shows to have fun at. Vinnie's friend Carlyle, who is kinda cute, is apparently hXc (ooooh i'm cool) so I could go to things with him and have fun and make babies! Byeeeee.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-79032500?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-789402352002-07-14T14:01:00.000-04:002002-07-14T14:01:35.596-04:00Party was ok. Not great, but it wasnt really torture. <p> <br />I've been avoiding people. I just don't wanna go out and see everyone. It almost hurts. I wonder why I feel this way...Right now I'm at home by myself. I should be calling Dustin, or SOMEONE! Maybe I will. I could use a little joy. Especially with all my guy friends now being buddy buddy with Kayla. That pisses me off. Yes, I am definitely the jealous type. But she's so fake and desperate for attention. There's a show tomorrow nite, I may go. This was a random paragraph. <p> <br />I had a weird dream about Chris last nite. We were at Ashleigh's house, cuz she had another party, and everyone I knew was there. And he came up to me and we started kissing, and we were gonna have sex but then he left me to be with that girl Laura. I felt like shit, and was searching for him, but he was gone. Not fun...<p> <br />Nothing else to say, I might call some friends to go out. Sam was trying to get ahold of me last nite, but I ignored his calls. Thats kinda fucked up. I need to get outta all this. Wish me luck everybody...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78940235?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-788441232002-07-11T21:56:00.000-04:002002-07-11T21:58:57.000-04:00I know I haven't written in awhile...I've not been busy. I've been a recluse for the last few days. Today I went out, to Annapolis Mall and to Ashleigh's. It was alright, I wasn't depressed as I have been. Which is much. I called Dustin the other nite and his brother told me he was out playing a show with his band. And it hurt for some reason, just cuz me and Dustin aren't close, and I didn't know anything about his band. It bothered me a lot. Then yesterday Ashleigh went off on me about Dustin and how he doesn't like me. Thanks! Murrr...<p> <br />So I'm going to the party tomorrow nite. And I don't want to. But apparently this kid Beaker's bringing some smoke, so that'll be fun. I'm just gonna chill, there's no one there to hook up with. Apparently Chris is in PA and he got into a bunch of shit with his parents. Alan told me this. I haven't talked to him in awhile, and I'd like to. Eventually, I guess.<p> <br />I'm so sad recently. Like really really sad. It's horrible, but I guess I'll get thru it. Though I don't feel like I'm going to. This is what we call, hell. I'm okay now tho. Sorta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78844123?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-786582462002-07-07T16:43:00.000-04:002002-07-07T16:43:06.533-04:00<a href="http://www.internetjunk.co.uk"><img src="http://members.aol.com/xlineax/toy/rubik.gif"></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78658246?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-786575202002-07-07T16:20:00.000-04:002002-07-07T16:20:56.850-04:00center> <br /><img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/suicide.jpg"><br><br> <br /><a href="http://mewing.net/deathquiz.html">take the death quiz.</a> <br /><br><a href="http://mewing.net"> <br />and go to mewing.net. laura = great.</a> <br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78657520?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-786571082002-07-07T16:08:00.000-04:002002-07-07T16:08:12.460-04:00<center><font face="arial">i am<br><br><img src="http://mypage.bluewindow.ch/sillyquiz/perf/swinger.gif"><img src="http://mypage.bluewindow.ch/sillyquiz/perf/swinger.jpg"><br><br><a href="http://www.ummhmm.net/index.shtml">what sexual performer are you?</a></font></center> <br />Oh my God, that's so horrible! And not true, I don't care what everybody I know says!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78657108?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-786332532002-07-06T21:42:00.000-04:002002-07-06T21:42:43.573-04:00Went to Columbia Mall, came home. Went on walk. Went to Petsmart. Went to Mike and Lucy's to "housesit". Took shower. Got on computer. Niiiice. <p> <br />I got these sweet 10g plugs for my ears. They're red with sparkles. Yay me! I'm so alternative. LOL, I crack myself up. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78633253?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-786024712002-07-05T22:04:00.000-04:002002-07-05T22:04:45.243-04:00Whoa now...I invited Chris to Ashleigh's party. And she's pissed! Boy she is not happy. She's all like "This isn't gonna work, because......." I really wish she wasn't upset about this. Like I actually feel bad. But I dunno why she's overreacting. Ashleigh I'm sorry! I love you! So I obviously talked to Chris today. It was good, I don't think we're just play-flirting anymore. Then again, I could be wrong...I'm just probably right. I hope *crosses fingers* <p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78602471?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-785942122002-07-05T15:55:00.000-04:002002-07-05T15:55:02.170-04:00It's only like quarter of four, and I've already been out today. I went to College Park with Sam, and actually had a pretty good time. We applied for jobs at Bagel Place. I really hope I get it, even though they're looking for people to start at 6:30 in the morning! Jebus...Then we had lunch, and went to CVS and stole Black and Milds. Good stuff...<p> <br />ASHLEIGH'S PARTY IS ON THE 12TH! Anyone can come, really. We're inviting a lot of people. It shall be great...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78594212?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-785713552002-07-04T23:01:00.000-04:002002-07-04T23:01:29.236-04:00I talked to Dustin earlier. He was babysitting his neice, so he couldn't really talk. He told me, though, that he did want me to call back just to talk. And I was so fucking happy, it was crazy. So I went to fireworks, and then I called him back, and he was like "Don't call my house this fucking late." It was only like almost 11. Jeese. But yeah, he didn't wanna talk, and now I'm really sad. And I'm wallowing in my patheticness. Nicole's making me feel a little better, thank u Nicole! But I know I'm gonna go home and like cut the fuck outta myself. As always. I do this to myself. Every time, I'm like , OKAY! I WON'T GET HURT THIS TIME! But I do. This is my and Nicole's convo, so far...<p> <br />NikiName: angie!!! <br />flu ent ger bil: yes! <br />NikiName: how goes the fire getting? <br />flu ent ger bil: im housesitting, and i downloaded aim <br />flu ent ger bil: lol what? <br />NikiName: haha <br />NikiName: fire works <br />flu ent ger bil: they were ok <br />flu ent ger bil: where did u go to see them? <br />NikiName: eric is setting off osme in his backyard... hehe <br />NikiName: i didnt <br />flu ent ger bil: lol <br />flu ent ger bil: why? <br />NikiName: yeah i know <br />NikiName: cause im a hermit, and proud of it!!! <br />NikiName: and the 4th is a little dumb.... <br />flu ent ger bil: well yeah <br />flu ent ger bil: i had an ok time <br />NikiName: we celebrate our country by setting fire to it.... <br />NikiName: good <br />flu ent ger bil: of course! <br />NikiName: oh yeah! <br />flu ent ger bil: mmm fries <br />NikiName: fries are good.... <br />NikiName: check out this site: <br /> http://www.geocities.com/thebighland/forwards/malecommandments.html <br />flu ent ger bil: hee its funny <br />NikiName: yyup yup <br />NikiName: eric sent it to me <br />flu ent ger bil: lol funny <br />NikiName: i know!! <br />flu ent ger bil: i talked to dustin... <br />NikiName: oooooh <br />flu ent ger bil: actually im calling him rite now... <br />flu ent ger bil: his mom answered! <br />flu ent ger bil: oh boy <br />NikiName: shit <br />flu ent ger bil: i hope he wants to talk to me <br />NikiName: me too, im hoping fo royu... <br />NikiName: :-) <br />flu ent ger bil: yeah he didnt wanna talk <br />flu ent ger bil: shit <br />flu ent ger bil: he liked me earlier... <br />NikiName: bastard! <br />flu ent ger bil: im so sad now <br />NikiName: awwwwww <br />flu ent ger bil: i know, i know <br />NikiName: :-[ poor angie <br />flu ent ger bil: i wish chris was on <br />flu ent ger bil: hed make me feel better <br />NikiName: awwwww <br />flu ent ger bil: cuz he likes me <br />flu ent ger bil: even tho dustin doesnt <br />NikiName: awwww <br />NikiName: :-[ <br />flu ent ger bil: well he does, it's just that if he doesnt wanna talk, hell say it...he has no consideration <br />NikiName: awwwww, its so sad!!! <br />flu ent ger bil: and i love him... <br />NikiName: poor angie <br />flu ent ger bil: yeah yeah <br />NikiName: i feel so sad for you <br />flu ent ger bil: haha dont <br />flu ent ger bil: i feel sad enough for myself <br />NikiName: ok then <br />flu ent ger bil: lol yeah... <br />flu ent ger bil: i'm pathetic <br />NikiName: awwwww, no youre not!!!! <br />flu ent ger bil: lol yeah... <br />NikiName: smile, try to be happy!!! <br />flu ent ger bil: about what? <br />NikiName: ummm, youre alive and healthy, and chris loves you.. and i love you <br />NikiName: :-D <br />NikiName: cmon, be happy!! <br />flu ent ger bil: chris doesnt love me, he wants to FUCK ME <br />flu ent ger bil: lol i love u too <br />flu ent ger bil: :-) <br />NikiName: haha <br />NikiName: you sure you dont just wanna fuck me? <br />NikiName: lol <br />NikiName: *blows kisses* <br />flu ent ger bil: sure i'll fuck u! u know i want it <br />flu ent ger bil: lol <br />NikiName: and besides, doesnt alex love you? or at least be happy you have alex and dustin and everybody to taunt you.... <br />NikiName: hehe <br />flu ent ger bil: lol <br />flu ent ger bil: alex seems sweet, but i havent seen him since that show... <br />NikiName: hmmmm <br /><p> <br />Byebye, cruel world...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78571355?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-785552332002-07-04T13:28:00.000-04:002002-07-04T13:28:32.526-04:00Happy 4th of July! Or something Like that. I don't even remember what this holiday's for...If I did, I probably wouldn't love it as much as I do. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those "anarachist" or "punk" kids, I just don't love America as much as I used to. For various reasons. And I'm glad there's starting to be somewhat of an "uproar" over making kids listen to the pledge in school. I think that talking to a flag is bullshit. I'm not religious in the least, but seriously, it goes under "worshipping false gods". It's really ironic that he same people that are really religious are really patriotic, and here they are, worshipping a flag. Just a thought.<p> <br />I'm going to the pool for the third day in a row! Ah, the sun...Too bad there's nobody there I'm interested in. It's still fun though. I can't wait til I finally get my new bathing suit. I hope I like it once I finally have it! I put on last year's bathing suit, and it looked horrible! I hope this one really does look good. My stomach's flatter than it used to be! I hope I continue in that direction...<p> <br />Not much else to say. I want a fling! But there's nobody that I like besides Chris, and I only kinda like him. Meh, I'm bitter once again. I'm not that ugly, am I? Some guy in College Park last nite was trying to take me out to dinner, so I don't think so...I just need someone close to my age to like. Maybe if I see Alex again...Ah well, it doesn't matter.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78555233?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-785242342002-07-03T17:42:00.000-04:002002-07-03T17:42:27.383-04:00I successfully pissed off Alan yesterday! He accused me of trying to get him to rescue me. Well someone <i>should</i> rescue me! Okay okay, maybe not. I'm just really into movies, and how my life should be like one! Ah well. <p> <br />I haven't talked to Chris is a few days. I want to, so I can hang out with him. He seems cool, and he's cute. LOL...<p> <br />ASHLEIGH'S HAVING A PARTY!!! It's gonna be fun fun FUN! Maybe I'll invite Chris...Yes I think I will. I might as well. If that doesn't work out, I'll to get Dustin to come. And pick me up. I dunno. I'm gonna drink but not heavily. I'll probably just smoke a little bit. Fun stuff, huh? <p> <br />I went to the pool again today! Sam came with me, we got Lucy to drive us. It was pretty fun, I laughed a lot. We had a pretty good time last nite at dinner. Everything's been very calm, it's sorta nice. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78524234?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-784835062002-07-02T19:29:00.000-04:002002-07-02T19:29:49.966-04:00Today was alrite...Last nite my dad flipped out and was yelling at me and threatened to "put my fucking head thru a wall." Kosher, huh? Yeah well it was horrible, and I called him a miserable old man. And it all hurt me more than I'll admit. Cuz I'm not weak like my mother. <p> <br />I went to the pool today! After I went to the dentist. Dentist was ok, only one small cavity, and it's been there forever. The pool was nice, I got to chill with my best friend, I forgot how much I actually like her. Then I came home and babysat. Later tonite I'm going out to dinner. Niiiiice...<p> <br />Well nothing else to say. Except...<b>SOMEBODY LOVE ME!! HOLD ME AND KISS ME AND CUDDLE WITH ME AND LOVE ME!!!</B>Good stuff...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78483506?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-784405932002-07-01T20:39:00.000-04:002002-07-01T20:39:07.130-04:00Today was barely eventful. I stayed home all day, and talked to a certain person online. I used to have such disdain for him, like I really hated him, but now he doesn't have a girlfriend anymore and...I dunno. I feel like I'd really like him if I was around him more...That's bad. And we were being really flirty, to the point where I'm not sure if it was joking or not. I wanna hang out with him though, and he says he wants to hang out with me. Maybe maybe maybe...<p> <br />I bought a bathing suit...Well it's on layaway. Tis pretty cute, and like $84 for Christ's sake...<p> <br />Well I have nothing else to say. So later...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78440593?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-783965522002-06-30T19:30:00.000-04:002002-06-30T19:30:18.640-04:00<a href="http://www.internetjunk.co.uk"><img src="http://members.aol.com/xlineax/cookie/pbutt.gif"></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78396552?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-783962892002-06-30T19:20:00.000-04:002002-06-30T19:22:05.000-04:00<table bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="400" border="1" bordercolor="#CCCCCC" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <br /> <tr> <br /> <td><table bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="400" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <br /> <tr> <br /> <td width="86"><a href="http://www.internetjunk.co.uk"><img src="http://members.aol.com/xijunkx/red/2.gif" border="0" alt="click here to take some more great tests at internet junk"></a></td> <br /> <td width="308"><div align="center"><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><b><u>Uh-oh.. 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These quiz people are on crack.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78396289?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-783851932002-06-30T12:18:00.000-04:002002-06-30T12:18:59.050-04:00Yesterday was okay...I ended up goin to Bowie Town Center. I got a 3 pack of belts, a Paul Frank tank tp, and a Dickies shirt from PacSun. Very exciting. I went to the show, but Sam wasn't home so I went with Ashleigh, who seemed to be really whiny (What else is new?). I had taken 3 Zyprexas, and I started to feel really weird and bad at like 9. I still don't feel too good. My eyes are bloodshot, and my mom keeps asking me what I took, lol. I'm just telling her that I think I'm getting ill. I hope it goes away soon! FYI-Alex wasn't there last nite. *tear*<p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78385193?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605525.post-783539472002-06-29T12:53:00.000-04:002002-06-29T12:53:24.470-04:00I think I'll just write here as if whoever may read this already knows all about my life...<p> <br />SAM'S COMING HOME TODAY!!! I missed that kid so much! It's just not summer without Sam...But I can't get ahold of him! Answer the goddamn phone, Sam! We're supposed to hang out today, and he's going with me to a show at WMUC. I hope anyways...I hope I get to see Alex, cuz he was adorable, and seemed interested (Ahem). I gotta see what (if anything) develops there. And maybe I'll see James too. He's adorable as well...And he's only 16, not 18, so that's a good thing. I just hope I actually do hook up with Sam today, cuz my plans always have a way of fucking themselves up. And I have no one else to go with tonite! *crosses fingers*<p> <br />I babysat forever yesterday and made $45! Not too shabby...But my mom won't take me to Annapolis Mall! Damn shit! She says she doesn't have gas money...Like I care, jeese...Maybe I'll get her to take me somewhere...Anywhere! I need a bathing suit :-/...I def. don't wanna shop for one though!<p> <br />Well I think I'll get dressed now...It's almost one, and I'm in my pajamas...Scary...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605525-78353947?l=thegirlwiththemostcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04869044564410840374noreply@blogger.com