p.s my mama thinks i'm funny enough to be a comedian

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Mi abuela me dijo que me resfrie porque ando pelucha por las calles.
But I doubt that is the problem. Today I write because I woke up thinking of you, and decided to keep dreaming of you. Although I want to say I resisted, that I said no every time I said I would, that would be a lie. I think back to the day where all I wanted was for you to like me, and how you asked me when we would see each other again. I played it cool and replied that I would love to see you again, and as you walked away I held in my excitement until Melanie came to talk. I didn't care who saw, if you saw, we jumped up and down in a girly fashion as I told her that we were going out again.

I am trying:
Trying to believe in something that can go either way. Trying to write about other things. Trying to eat more. Trying to mend old relationships with loved ones.
But it is hard. V hard trying to follow rules, trying to take care of myself, and so forth. 

I have to go see my dentist tomorrow. Eek. I have to update him on my new relationship status. Eek. My dentist told me he didn't need a woman because he is free, free like a wild animal or something like that. I feel that we know too much about each other, but tomorrow I finally get my crown put in. I will have royal teeth. YAS QUEEN.  

YAS QUEEN: 
I want to live in New York with Emily Roberts, watching Broad City on our couch, eating greasy pizza, and being fashion models. That is the dream. 

When Emily and I basically did everything together, she would come to my house and pick me up; stopping at mcdonalds *obvio* on the way to wherever we were going. She is my partner in hating college and stupid things. I miss getting Hurt's donuts with her, and dressing up v grunge with short skirts and chokers. There is no one else I would go to the Hodeo with. I have so many terrible Hodeo stories. I am going to give her the link to my blog.

Byezzzz
-megz





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