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unavoidedcrisis
Holy shit, the drama is killing me.
'Did you hear what so-and-so said about this dude's girlfriend?'
'Did you hear about how drunk this person got at that person's house?'
'She looked like a fucking swamp donkey with that haircut; I hope he dumps her!'
'Are you going dancing this weekend- oh, wait, you weren't invited. Sorry.'
'Nice to meet you!'
I am so fucking sick of it. Not only is all over my facebook and livejournal, it's all this fucking town seems interested in. All over the mall (I swear to god, it's like an X-rated version of 6teen), on my answering machine, dripping off every damn word...
Hopefully everyone will forget how immature they are when they move back in with their parents for the summer. Hopefully.
The other option my lovely boyfriend keeps bringing up is not telling anyone, and just moving to another town. We found a place, we both have jobs lined up... Would it be so bad?
'Did you hear what so-and-so said about this dude's girlfriend?'
'Did you hear about how drunk this person got at that person's house?'
'She looked like a fucking swamp donkey with that haircut; I hope he dumps her!'
'Are you going dancing this weekend- oh, wait, you weren't invited. Sorry.'
'Nice to meet you!'
I am so fucking sick of it. Not only is all over my facebook and livejournal, it's all this fucking town seems interested in. All over the mall (I swear to god, it's like an X-rated version of 6teen), on my answering machine, dripping off every damn word...
Hopefully everyone will forget how immature they are when they move back in with their parents for the summer. Hopefully.
The other option my lovely boyfriend keeps bringing up is not telling anyone, and just moving to another town. We found a place, we both have jobs lined up... Would it be so bad?
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Date: 2008-04-17 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-17 07:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-17 03:17 pm (UTC)It smells of poop.