Helga: I hate not having a D anymore. :(
D: Hay, can we not talk about that now?
Let’s make it sound less pathetic than it already is: I was naughty, so he dumped me. Now ship me off to Bad Girl Rehab and move on, right?
Well not until I’ve been emotionally battered to the bone. It’s not that I enjoy making a trashy romance novel out of my life (or maybe I do), it’s just that I refuse to acknowledge that what once meant something to us is now a lost cause.
WHAT A BITCH. I’m not about to turn this blog into an Oublier: The Bitter Girl Diaries version 2. Again: WHAT A BITCH.
Dumdeedumdeedum. :huh:
And it’s final: I’m moving out of my condo unit and into a house with a South African white boy, a French cutie, and two crazy batgirls. I do get my own bedroom, but my main worry is that I won’t be able to traipse around the place naked anymore since I’ll have to share two bathrooms with four other people. That, and how the hell do I transport my broken bed frame down five flights of stairs and across the street from my building to the new house?
Sigh. Adieu, unit 108, thou wilt always have a special place in my heart. Thy memories are lovely, but unkind: moving in on my 21st birthday, baptizing the place with hot hot D lovin’, and so on and so forth.
:(
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
have you guys talked about it at all? i hope you feel better babe. now for the bed throw it out and buy a new frame is my only soltuion. unless.. you use lots of string to hold it together which is really ghetto so lmao i think option A is better.
mmm i dont exactly know why it is over :( but i hope you’re feeling good :)