| i'm pregnant. its wierd. my head hurts. my pants are to tight. and i'm bitching at everyone.
whoever said pregnancy was a beautiful thing was drunk.
chris shilts i love you.
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| so i know some of the things i got for christmas from my parents. they got me a black video ipod. fucking sweet. and some iskins. and a cd folder because i have about a million cds. oh oh, last night chris and i had our christmas. he got me a bunch of amazing things. i love all of it. he got me pink from victoria's secret. i almost pooped. he's like, the best boyfriend i've ever had. and i'm lame but i want to spend all the time i have with him because i feel like i've missed out on so much of his life. this is our first real christmas together. i'm going to south carolina with him, which will be kind of odd for me, because i dont know any of his family really. but, i'm a new person and i'm open to meeting new people. (i had a people phobia). i need to go to sleep but i cant. i get to see chris in like 8 hours. i'm excited.
i love you chris. you my numba one nigga.
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| so there was a song on ricky bobby. everyone thought it was p.o.d. so they bet me money. and i was right it was saliva. so i got two bucks from kraig and i was supposed to get ten from chris, but he payed me. haha oh yea he did. |
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