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My life…is full of fun…It seems like everyone around me that I assume love me-don’t. First on my list my mother! WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW! I can’t even BEGIN to tell you the shit she’s done to me! I know you’re like “oh she can’t be that bad-she seems so nice!” FUCK YOU! You don’t live in my fucking house-she’s a bitch and she’s never loved me! That bitch is faker than faux fur[[in the words of New York]] Sometimes I feel sorry for my dad-then I don’t! lol…*ugh* …Maybe if he still lived here I would have more compassion for him…and who could ever forget the “love of my life” HA!!! Anywho, so on Monday morning he calls me right…yeah I know…and I’m like “leave me alone, I don’t like you, yes I do miss you, no I don’t want to see you, no I’m not going to your house, no I don’t want to have sex with you, you know that Marian Carey song “shake it off” ? that’s how I feel, ‘I got to shake you off b/c ur loving ain’t the same and u keep on playing game LIKE YOU KNOW I’M HERE TO STAY!!!’, yes that’s how I feel, no don’t come over here, no I don’t want to go on a date!, where?, ok[[I agreed to go Redhill on fri. morning]], NO you can’t come over here!“ But of course he came over here….it was awkward and annoying. He wanted a kiss and a hug before he would leave =[ so I hugged him but I wouldn’t kiss him…then my LOVELY MOTHER comes home and starts yelling obscenities. So now he knows more of my family secrets than he was supposed to. Then [[he’s so PATHETIC!]] he’s all like “Abenaa you can’t be mean to everyone, I’m here for you, you can talk to me, I love you, I’m coming over here tomorrow morning, this isn’t over, you know you’re going to be something one day because you’ve got what it takes, I love you, I missed you so much” BULLSHIT! This guy just talks OUT HIS A$$ for a living! I swear![[and he didn’t come over tues.]] So later that day I received my graduation CD…I swear I almost cried-I’m really done with high school!!! Anyhow, I had an interview at CRC on Tuesday, I bought a drug test to make sure I was as clean as I felt…and I was. ….I’m going to be a Health Records Technician. 2G’s a month! So Friday morning comes…lol no call…so I’m like Champ loves me, I’ll take him for a walk…and as I’m walking Champ, dirty dick #1 and dirty dick #2 drive pass! lol! WOW!! But I guess I was dumb for even AGREEING to go on a date with him…but whatever-I guess…So I get a txt asking if I was going to the party…I have nothing better to do- SO WHY NOT =D I love to dance! My only “friend” can’t go out so I roll by myself…it was cool. I had a shot of Everclear and “puckers” I think it’s called. I got hit on by a 5 yr old, a white weed head, and a wannabe pharrell-but he was kind of cool, cute dunkx-just not my type…then at 2am guess who rings?????????? That’s right?!?! DIRTY DICK!! YAY!! But I don’t even answer…he’s full of bullshit…and I feel sorry for any pathetic pussy who is SOMEWHAT interested in him b/c he’s not going to change-ever! And if he does…it’s not ANYTIME soon! But have fun, just know you’re being played, and use a rubber-and that’s real! Anywho, Saturday morning, I’m struggling trying to send info from my VISTA tablet to the Carter Library because my printer is out of ink! That takes almost two hours of my f-ing life! WHEN IS AMERICA GOING TO SWITCH TO VISTA!!! But I get it done[[“it” being a card for Mercedes]] and me and my 2 adopted sisters go to meet Mercedes, you know top model…she didn’t win but she was awesome. I made a card for her with some of my clothing design samples in it and my contact info. I hope she shows some fashion designer and he calls me and flies me out to Paris to start my fall collection, then we fly back here to shoot my first commercial and we make a deal with MTV to start my own reality show…yeah! I have a lot of dreams J…I mean Donald Trump said “if you’re going to be thinking anyway, you might as well think big” And I do. Well that evening my only “friend” calls me and she wants me to give her a ride to a party. I love her I really do but I am not a taxi-and it’s not like she doesn’t have a car…I wasn’t trying to be mean or rude to her…I don’t know so I get to the party and I see her bro-and I’m like if HE’S here she has to be coming-so I call her and she’s like yeah I’m here. So I see her…but she was acting funny bunny so I just left her alone…I got hit on by the most randomest guys-it was sickening. Then today my dad calls me like “where were u @ the other night?” BITCH where have u been the past 8 months!...and my mom…man let me just say I’m OFFICIALLY moving out in August! …I just want a handsome MAN-not some little play boy who doesn’t know what the fuck he wants to do with his pathetic life. I want him to have nice shoes, dress nice, smart, trustworthy, and really SEXY-major sex appeal; I mean I get turned on when I hear his voice!! Someone who loves me just the way I am no matter what…the way I loved dirty dick…someone who would drop whatever he’s doing just to see my face, someone with the same dreams and theories I have. Someone who doesn’t get high everyday and drunk every weekend [[and if he does, it’s only for a SPECIAL SPECIAL SPECIAL occasion and we’re celebrating something really really really special]]Someone with friends that aren’t girls that he thinks are hot or loser wannabe gangbangers who encourage him to lie and cheat. I just…man…I know my prince charming is out there…waiting to love me =]But in the mean time, I’ve got to make this money-I gotta be rich and famous before I’m 21. I’m still not sure how I’m going to do it…but I will!! Man…I’m not sure about FIDM anymore…it’s fucking expensive! And I’m only getting a BS in apparel manufacturing...I know that’s what I want to do but I have other dreams, and that damn admissions advisor, Laura Gorham, keeps ringing me! I’ll call her next week for sure! I can’t wait till Beans Frippery takes off! =D I’m just tired of everyone-honestly, everyone just talking SHIT! I can’t wait till I’m shopping online for my hot pink Lamborghini Murcielago and planning my line up for the magic show! I wish my mom or my dad or dirty dick or one of my friends or some ugly wannabe pharrell weed head would call me talking crazy! I’ll be like “what? Are you “talking” to me? What’s your fucking net worth bitch?!!...that’s right shut the fuck up! I’m wearing Yves Saint Laurent oven mittens with matching loafers-BITCH!” lol It’s going to be a B-U-TEE-FULL thing! But yeah, I just want to thank everyone who does support me! I love you guys! And remember NO BITING, I see all that shit! You fucking lames! But I can’t blame u-I made you!lol! I hope you like the new designs I put up! If anyone out there has some kind of “fashion/business/screenprinting hookup” LET ME KNOW PLEASE!!!!!!!!! Remember my birthday is on JULY 18th!!!!!! WOOTWOOT! I’m going to be 18!! If you’re down to go clubbing, talk to me! But yeah…Beans Frippery is going to make the world look healthy, wealthy and wise-be wear!