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Aug. 28th, 2005 @ 08:38 am 
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Oh shit what a fucking day it was. I went to the Eagles v. Edward Waters football game. Fuck them bitches! It was fucking 49 to 10 at the half. Since i am marching next year i decided i needed to see the band play. There were guys from Shaw talking shit about us. Fuck those niggas. Sound Machine is gonna fuck them up! I mean I big royal fucked in the ass beating. So after the performance I left, no point in staying, the game was over after a quarter.
So emma went out last night. It doesnt bother me that she goes out and drinks and hangs with her girls. What bothers me is that she doesnt act as though she is with me. She doesnt let me know that she is leaving. She doesnt let me know she made it home. I mean she promises to do these things but then she doesnt do them. I mean i was up all night worried and freakin out. why is it so hard to call your fiance and say hey hun i am going out at 10 i will call you aound 3 when i am home, love you. how hard? huh. it is simple, i mean i do it for her all the time. she needs to respect that for me and do it like she promised.
So now on top of that there is a fucking bitch of a hurricane headed right at new orleans. Hopefully she will fly home. I mean the city is going to be so fucked up. I mean even when they finally get power back in over a week no building will be livable, especially for students, i mean schools are always so overprotective and this is a good time to be overprotective. i wish she would wake up so i could talk to her.
Ok all my venting is done and now she and i can talk and fix this little problem. I feel so much better.
peace bitchesfeeling:  anxious beats: Weather Channel |
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