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Name: Christina
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Lancaster
Birthday: 4/2/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing, poetry, reading, online life, psychology, philosophy, Greek Mythology, tattoos, piercings, <3 music <3, boys, girls, life in general, tacky things.
Expertise: English, I'd like to think poetry, writing, doing all the things that no one else wants to do, and THINKING.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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AIM:  You
AIM:  Should
AIM:  Probably
AIM:  Ask
AIM:  Me
Member Since:
3/3/2004
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| Hey Kidds.
I got so sick of this old depressing mother fucking thing. I'm sick of depressed little 14 year olds IMing me and commenting me about how they are "emo" and how their lives "suck" because they can't fit in their footsy pajamas anymore.
Lol, no but seriously.. This name is mad old. I needed a change. Hit me up on the new shit...
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Hope to see y'all thurr.
<3
.::. I wanna feel you breath me... .::. | | |
| What it is, guys?
<3
Last night... *Sigh* It was both good and bad. There was so much that happened. Jeff and I talked a lot last night... About everything. About me, about him, about us.. Or... what there IS between us. *Sigh* I don't know. :-/
I went to "sleep" at like 5. I was up every fucking hour or so. Then, Darlene (from work) calls. She's like I n eed you to come in from 12-8. I didn't want to, but I felt bad because they were mad short handed. I need the money and hours anyway. I went in. They had me on front counter at first, then they switched me to fucking broiler while people were on break, then they fucking put me on expediting. I was like.. not a problem there. Then they decided to put me on DT push. *Sigh* I was pretty unsure about that. I've only done it a few times and I wasn't very good at it.. Even when we weren't busy.
They put me on DT push at like 4 and I worked on push until when I left at 8. I know that doesn'tsound like a long time, but I don't have much experience and it was a fucking Friday. I did ok, I only fucked up like 4 times. The only REALLY big problem I had was that an order didn't make it to MY screen up front for some faggoty reason. This lady paid for the worng meal adnwe almost undercharged this guy by like 5 dollars. That doesn't sound like much, but when it's coming out of YOUR pocket... Every little thing counts.
Anyways, I thought I did pretty well, apparently.. That wasn't good enough for my sister. I said something about how good I felt that I didn't fuck up too bad and she was like "You didn't even get your own food," I was like.. FUCK YOU! I DID get SOME of the food, it wasn't MY job to get the food. I was like it was my second time and it was a FUCKING weekend. Why in the FUCK can't you just be like "good job"? Is that TOO fucking much to ask? I guess so.
I'm pissed. Some bitch came into work tonight and wanted to see Jeffrey. I don't know. I'm not with him, but it bothers me that ... I don't know. That whole thing bothers me. It just pissed me off.
I got my check tonight. It was 232.39. That is FUCKING aweomse! Of course it makes me happy, but ... my sister ha to go and ruin it. *Sigh* FUCK! I don't care, my next check is going to be fuckign aweomse too. I've worked over 30 hours already and it's only been 4 days. 
I hate fake ass bitches. I hate liars. I hate hypocrites. I hate dirty cunts.
I'm very highly anoyed right now.
I'm too fucking tired to go out and have fun. It wouldn't matter if I wasn't anyways because I have no money because I worked too late and by the time I got done the banks were closed. I guess that's FIRST on my "to do" list tomorrow.
I'm so hungry. :-/
I feel like crying. 
I better go lay down before I die.
<3 Christina <3
.::. I wrapped my head out around your heart, why would you tear my world [a p a r t]? .::. | | |
| Holla, bitches. <3
So, it's about tiem I update this jombi. That word.. So awesome. Lol.
So, work has been half assed lately. I don't know. I don't think those bitches think about what the fuck they are doing. It pisses me off cuz the closers are the ones paying for it. *Sigh* Fucking whores. *Growl*
I don't know... I've been very angry lately. *Shrug* I guess it's better than being depressed, although... I do NOT enjoy being angry. In fact, I hate it.
I am SO lividly fucking pissed at my mother. I don't even WANT to even BEGIN to fucking start with that. She says one thing and does another. She fucking does shit and then straight up denies it when I have fuckihng proof. I don't know. *Blah*
Ok, so I have this feeling that I am about to rant.. Get ready, hoes.
I am so sick and fucking tired of fucking people fucking tell ME how to run MY fucking life. If you're so FUCKING concerned.. Stick around. If you ain;t gonna bother to stick around then fuck you. You have NO say. You don't like it? So sorry, FUCK YOURSELF! You can't fucking critisize me for some shit that YOU yourself aren't even doing.. or doing RIGHT. Fuck you.
I'm sick of holding shit in and getting fucking stepped on. Fuck you. Fucky ou all. Fuck you all hardcore up your fucking asses. With a huge fucking dildo. I'm going to start telling you fuckers how I feel. You don't like it? FUCK YOU. Don't wanna get yelled at? Don't piss me off. Simple as that.
*Sigh*
I miss ☼ you ☼. I don't know why I haven't been around. I miss you though. I want you to know that I love you. That will never change. Ever. I don't care how "fucked up" you THINK you are, or how "fucked up" everyone SAYS you are. You are still perfect to me. You're the most amazing best friend anyone could ever ask for. I love you. <3 I think about you whenever I'm in the shower.. Well, not just the shower. I mean, it's usually when I'm conditioning my hair. It's a long story, but I'll explain it. It has something to do with something you told me a LONG time ago when you were here. <333
I don't want to be dicked around this time. Please, just tell me that you MEAN what you say and that I mean something to you. Tell me I'm beautiful and that you don't want to hurt me.. Mean it when you say it. Otherwise... Don't bother. *Sigh*
Oh em gee, I have to pee. I'm gone.
*Christina*
.::. And she [swears] there's nothing wrong... .::. | | |
| Heya playas and hoes! <3
I'm kidding, we all know my ladies aren't hoes and my fellas ain't playas.
Well, I just updated yesterday, but I'm bored and a few things have happened. Plus, God KNOWS if I don't update I'll never hear the end of it. <3
I love you guys! <333
So Jeff was SUPPOSED to work yesterday. He wrote his schedule down wrong. I ended up going in to cover his shift. I didn't care. I needed the hours. Work was pretty cool last night, though. Poor Danielle was pissed though, and I felt pretty shitty about it.
Jeffery was SUPPOSED to be at my house last night when I got hom from work at 11:30. I got done early and was home by 11:20, after taking a ((*slight*)) detour because my brother wasn't paying attention and missed his turn. I love that kid. <3 But, by 12:00, I kinda figured that he wasn't going to be here. I called him and he said he couldn't make it. It kind of upste me, but I just watched TV with Jason and then went to bed.
Amazingly enough, I woke up this morning to Jeffery's face. <3 It was so [a m a z i n g]! <333 We just messed around most of the day, like wrestled and whatever. I don't know. It was fun. <3 Paula just took himto work @ 4, and I have to work at 6. *Blaah*
I don't really wanna work, but I know it's not going to be too bad because it's a Monday night, I'm working with Jeff, and MOST of the people I work with are cool. I just don't like the idea that I'm not at home... doing whatever it is that I do. Lol 
My Evil Twin- I love you. I'm so sorry. I feel like a HUGE piece of shit. I want to help you, but this is something that I obviously can't help you with. If there were a way I could make it so nothing would ever make you hurt again I would. I don't think you should feel anything but good feelings. Anyone who hurts you should die. Lol. You mean too much to me for you to hurt. WHen you hurt, I hurt. You're like my sister. In fact, I think you LOVE me more than my sister does. Please, try to think happy thoughts. Things will get better. I love you, and if you NEVER rememeber anything else... Remember that. I love you! <3
Phil- Hey Kidd. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me how to handle MY relationships. First of all, let's make this clear. I don't have a problemw with you and just because I'm about to say what I'm about to say doesn't mean I hate you. *Sigh* Ok, so. Don't tell me how to handle my relationships. I'm a big girl and I can DAMN sure hold my own. I appreciate the concern, but... You sounded like a fucking prick. Your whole attitude and demeanor just pissed me off. Secondly, it's not like you fucking treated me any fucking better. You weren't a TOTAL prick, but you came damn close. So watch yourself. Next thing, he's NOT my boyfriend. At all. Ok? Fourth, if you were so fucking worried about me and how I am doing then why in the FUCK have you NOT picked up that stupid fucking cell phone of yours to call me? Oh, that's right... You don't have a GOOD reason. If you care so much about how I feel, then prove it. And last but not least, you don't even know the whole story. You don't know WHY or HOW or ANYTHING. It's [PROBABLY] a good idea for you to just stay out of this. I mean no harm, and if that came across bitchy I'm terribly sorry. I'm just highly annoyed. End.
My mother pisses me off. I'm NEVER fucking good enough for her. It's not just me who sees this either. My Uncle Tony said something to me about it last night. He flat out fucking said "You were never good enough for her,". That's pretty shitty, ain't it?
Kids, the lesson here is... DON'T dick with me. I might get hurt, and I might cry, but make no mistake... I WILL get my revenge. *Mwahahaha* Seriously though, no lies. I will get even. I can hold my own. I may not show up at your house and fucking knock your block off, but you can bet you will at LEAST get a good ass chewing.
Well, I have work at 6 and I need to leave in about 45 minutes and I have to get dressed and do my hair and make up.
<3 Christina <3
.::* Chokin' on that ☼home grown☼ *::. | | |
| Aiight, what it is, yo?
<3
So, I had ta update y'all playas before someone run up in my heezy and cut me, niccas! <3 Lol. I know y'all bitches juss can't get enough'a mah pimp juice! <3
What?!? Lol.
Ok, for real... here we go.
So things were rough between Jeff and I for a few days. I'm hoping everything is going to be ok now. I'm a wishful thinker, I guess. He stayed hre last night. We didn't argue or anything. We actually had a lot of fun. <3 He went with me today into the cemetary to take flowers in for my Grammy's birthday. I miss her so much. <3 We just got home, and he said he has to go now. *Sigh* I don't know. I think I did something wrong, but I can't imagine what. Maybe I'm just nervous. Lol. That sounds like me, huh? :-/
I know things have been rough for [y o u] lately, but they will get better. <3 You just have to realize (the same as me) that not EVERYONE is going to be a good person. Even though we feel it necessary to trust everyone because we see good in them, we haev to be able to protect ourselves. Things WILL get better, trust me. Hey, my birthday is coming up. At least you'll see me then! <3 I'm excited. I love you more than bunnies. Oh, and if I have to.. I WILL throw those fucking bunnies OFF that goddamn roof SCREAMING about loving you!! <33
Work was odd last night. It was both fun and .. akward. I don't know. I overthink things. I need to chill.
So, Katelynn and Denise called me last night. I DO haev to say that was pretty fucking cool. Those two.. My god. They crack me up like.. Whoa! <3 I think you guys are awesome. God, I'm so fucking GANGSTER!!!!! <33333
I think I should go... I feel strange.
Toodles. <3
.::*Christina*::.
((*Tell me that you're alright... And everything is alright*))
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