ashleigh....
why was i so smitten by love?
now that i talk to her, i cant but think how all she has to say is related to some movie or something from TV.
she has nothing of her own to say.
along with that, shes now reduced herself to being a freeloader.
work was too hard for her TWICE, so she stopped. the bookstore got too hot for her, the helicopter dealy worked her too much...
now shes at home, with her only obligations of turning over so her ass doesnt get nasty soars on them.
she has no effort to look for a job, and i think she'll only go to LW tech from force.

why am i so harsh?
why cant i stand her anymore?

maybe because of how she treated me, and now she acts like nothing had happen..
no fucking apologies evER! and we somehow got into little spats of things that bother me, like how maegan stood me up 3 times, and that i wouldnt talk to her (she brought up that part, and justified it by saying that she got sick and maegan got the blame for it.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! HAS THERE NOT BEEN AN INVENTION CALLED THE PHONE!??! DOES SHE NOT KEEP ONE STRAPPED TO HER AT ALMOST ALL TIMES?!?!)

fuck her. i was thinking about stopping by and seeing her today... as an ass random uninvited show-up just like back in the day, and also do get back at her for doing it to my unexpected ass. but shit. i dont know.
she seems so hopeless. still!... i tried to get her out of that funk, but she wouldnt let me..
she HAD TO DO IT ON HER OWN.
shit. i dont want to get drug down anymore. pissabamos.
as yesterdays fine ass weather accompanied by my location at work...
theres a lotta fine ass women out there.
but they all got their hitches. be it smoking or just not the right attitude.
where can i find what i want?
maybe im too picky.
im not saying to go as far on the other side of the spectrum like kevin and be with chix who you describe as, "not the prettiest of her roomates."
but you know. someone that you can talk to and have a good time with. and can share shit.
i guess kevin can do that. but you have to have ... whats the word?.... confidence in your chic.
seriously.

manuel. you ass.
you write so well. i hate you.
my words dont ever come out so as to make a clear distinguished point.
thats probably why i keep my mouth shut a lot of the time...

anyway.
fucking doctor time.
i'll letcha know if i can hear afterward.
peace yall.