tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36076398151829144012011-04-21T10:45:00.879-07:00mcflychickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495587954550607726noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607639815182914401.post-4857258562449206182007-04-11T10:04:00.000-07:002007-04-11T10:06:06.065-07:00<span style="font-family: courier new;">i was sick in bed. he was at a dodger game.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3607639815182914401-485725856244920618?l=lifeinthemoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mcflychickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495587954550607726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607639815182914401.post-73999874740691479852007-04-08T21:29:00.000-07:002007-04-08T21:36:38.771-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">today i saw him for about 15 minutes. i introduced him to a friend of mine. they have a lot in common. music. he asked him to hang out today, and "jam out." so he drove 30 minutes. picked him up, came over , ate, and left. i got invited but 5 guys and me??? idk. i could tell emmanuel would not have felt comftrable if i went. i said no he didnt insist. his friends did. a phone call would be nice. weekends are the only times we hang out. school, work, 3o min. distance, gas. weekends are good. :( uhhhhhhhh................</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;"><blockquote></blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3607639815182914401-7399987474069147985?l=lifeinthemoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mcflychickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495587954550607726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607639815182914401.post-54009936807173881362007-04-08T20:46:00.000-07:002007-04-08T21:03:41.995-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sunday night. i finally turned the t.v. off. selfpity. im 17 and home, all the time. im in a relationship, i have been for 3 years and 4 months. he is good to me. emmanuel is 21. and well he is a guy. he is into music. he will be a big music producer soon. i love to hang out with him. he is my best friend when he can be. if im not with him im alone. i distanced myself from friends. i dont hang out. i go out, but just with him. because i choose to. i miss friends but i dont feel like regainig. i refuse to live in the moment, but at times i know i do. i hate in living in the high school moment. i tried parties. tried friends. tried drama. i got over most of it. i push things. i get him mad plenty. i have no one to talk to so i write when in mad. sad. sad. bored. today all of the above. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3607639815182914401-5400993680717388136?l=lifeinthemoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mcflychickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14495587954550607726noreply@blogger.com0