| The one thing everyone knows: You never, ever, EVER talk shit about my mom and brother. Mark 'em. |
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| I am running the Chicago Marathon on October 21. Seriously. |
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| After two trips to the personal trainer in two days, and almost literally throwing up all over him last night, I feel like my arms are no longer attached to me. I am numb with pain. This better pay off. |
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| I talked to him for the first time in six months. I was shaking by the time he answered my call back. I hate that he can still do that to me. Because it's long enough ago that the only memories that are vivid enough to remember well are the good ones. When we both had to say goodbye, all I wanted to was to tell him to come over. I wanted to hug him and see him and kiss his hands. At one point I was sure I was going to be with him forever. I was going to have his children. It's a sickness. I feel sick thinking about him. Someone want to remind me how much of an asshole he his? How destroyed I was after he left? Because apparently my pathetic ass doesn't remember very well. Ugh. |
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| Great sex makes things very cloudy. Why is it that it's always the ones that have no future with? |
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