Vintage.

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I was such a lame-wad.

Hey! That's no way to say goodbye.

Sometimes I miss my old best friend. We were friends for about six years. He stopped being friends with me because of his girlfriend. She's a pushover, and that's what he looks for in girls. Every girl he's ever dated as been a pushover, even to the point of changing their diets for him. He says "I will never kiss anyone who isn't a vegetarian." Elitism doesn't look good on anyone. But if he's happy with that, then who cares?

I guess it shouldn't bother me that much, because I'm always going to be loud, brash, and opinionated, which is something Collin could never deal with, looking back on it. Sometimes I just want to tell him how happy I am with Mark, and have some coffee at the Steer when I go home. Its hard to listen to pop-punk albums because they all remind me of when I had someone at home to rely on. I have nothing to go back to when I go home, so I don't.

Maybe we were never that good of friends.

Sounds good to me.

• BREAKFAST: Full-fat Greek yoghurt with a handful of berries, sliced almonds, walnuts and sunflower seeds. OR 2 poached eggs plus smoked salmon or mushrooms and tomatoes.
• LUNCH: Grilled salmon fillet or a big tin of tuna in oil with a large packet of Lamb’s lettuce, a chopped-up boiled egg, a few cherry tomatoes and ½ avocado.
• DINNER: Chicken or home-made beefburgers plus cooked vegetables (I love broccoli, kale and cauliflower), plus 2 tbsp of olive oil or omega-packed Udo’s Choice oil.
• SNACKS: I try not to snack, but if I am hungry I’ll have a handful of Brazil nuts.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1284454/No-yo-yo-dieting-Faddy-diets-fatter--did-woman-lose-stone.html#ixzz0qBuS2P20

FML.

I'm so stressed about moving that I can't eat. I cried myself to quasi-sleep last night, and have been a mess all day. I feel like I just made a huge mistake with a client on the phone. Its really unfair that undue stress from an outside party is messing with the plans we have. Moving to Indy and moving in with Mark mean SO much to me, and I'm unsure if the outside party understands how much it means to me. It means getting out on my own, starting a career, and most importantly starting a life with the man I am going to marry. I'm trying to do anything I can, including selling art and doing odd jobs including helping one of my co-workers paint his entire house. If I had anything valuable to sell, I would sell it, but no one wants Star Wars toys, ugly clothes, or books.

I'm glad Mark is there to help pep talk me up. We still haven't had a fight, and surprisingly, my parents are pretty cool with me moving in with my boyfriend.

Moving on up.

Mark and I applied for our apartment together. Its a beautifully renovated one bedroom in downtown Indianapolis. Hopefully with our job situations and parental situations everything works out for us. We're looking to start our lives together, and this is a pretty amazingly huge step.

I hope we get the place!

Happy Memorial Day via retards on Facebook

Some yahoo messaged me on Facebook this morning, and I would like to share this. I don't know this person at all, and it came out of the blue. Since he's attacking choices that Mark made, my defenses are up.

Seth Handjobson- Does your boyfriend realize that when he gets older his earlobes are just going to be HANGing there? Just curious.

KP-One: What's your deal? Two: Obviously you know nothing about the properties of cartilage. Three: Don't talk to strangers.

Seth Handjobson-One: I didn't mean to offend. Two: Our ear lobes are NOT made of cartilage. Three: I just want him to be aware that this is permanent and don't want him to regret it later.

Check this out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stretching_%28body_piercing%29

KP- The fact that its his decision and I love it on him really has nothing to do with you. I don't know you and would appreciate that you kept your opinions to yourself regarding strangers. I have my inner cartilage stretched, he has his ears stretched. I don't see how personal choices that probably will leave you with a scar or disfigurement matter. In that same stride, women might as well not get c-sections because they might have an irreparable scar.

Please don't talk to me again about ANYTHING. I don't know you, care to know you, or give any gravity to your opinion.





I hate people.

I like the way night time smells.

Even snuggles on a mattress that was violently removed from a 400 degree room to be put promptly under the air conditioner beats out anything every time. Falling asleep next to the man I love is my favorite thing to do.

Endless amounts of perfect moments..

what other point is there?