i wish youd make your mind up..
sometimes i shouldnt let jack be so controlling.. he's so untrustworthy.. (see.. i thought relationships were suppose to be built on trust?).. its bad when it gets to the stage where friends stand at the door and try to listen to conversations.. its bad when you end up feeling so guilty and so horrible you just want to cry because your boyfriend cant even trust you to walk down the street..
but these are just small percentages of all time put together..
unless you included the whole 4 years i guess (maybe)..
things have been really bad alot in the past..
but i think its just the bad times that stick in your head and seem the longest..
but really..
things couldnt be going better in our relationship right now..
no fights and no tears for a long time until just recently when everything became so overwhelmingly fucked up and the evil (i didnt want to!) came back... with big guilt scenes with michelle as the only saviour of the night..
but right now jack is lying in a really uncomfortable hospital bed in a town filled with more crazy ppl than you can poke a stick at.. one of only two worse places than hervey bay.. maryborough.. (and the other being gin gin) and i miss him more than anything.. so much so i convinced mum that kfc from maryborough taste better than from here just so i could go see him..
soo many old people dribbling on pillows and wetting themselves..
i really dont like hospitals..
i have more blood tests tomorrow..
no doctor can tell me straight just what the fuck is wrong with me..
all this talk about removing.. BLH!@PIHE KLj!!
wow.. i havent listened to 2pac in years and years... california love.. oh miss sara-ellen link! keep it rocken.. yeaaaahhhh..
tonight is all that song and sara..
jack johnson - flake and jack
basement jaxx - romeo and dag boy (and the strange multicolour ring im wearing on my right thumb)
gomez - havent turned the world around and little jade
and faded memories of ememiem and usher.. as michelles idol's... and viki's fat!
and the tennants - shit me to tears and silly lexy msn screen names..
and jean-auguste-dominigue ingres. la grande odalisque. musée du lurve.
and oil on canvas in paris in 1814.
and simon says cheeesy sy..
and cough cough cough.. blood and chunky tar balls.. sneeze sneeze sneeze and stab stab stab in the head and sqeezing ovaries.. and cum in my navel at 5 oclock this morning..
personally i dont think we look even half as stoned as we really are??..
i love you baby.
02:08
it is the 3rd of august..
