Yes, that's what I tend to do when I feel so low and cannot bring myself to cheer up one ounce. She is miles away but she's always there for me. That's my Wildcat. That's what I call a true friend.
The reason I was upset was because I was let down (yet again) by Bondiyah. [Insert FFWD 2009: Sweetheart, will you give up and move on already?] I hate it when you make plans with people and they let you down, and do not even bother texting to tell you they're busy. They simply ignore, and then call a few days later pretending it's all cherries and strawberries and nothing went coconuts!! But then again, that's Bondiyah for you. Bondiyah, whom I thought was the bestest of all friends [Insert FFWD 2009:Darling, Bondiyah whom you hoped and still are hoping would be a big part of your life], the perfect partner in crime, until I realized I have to share, and I HATE sharing. Nowadays, I refuse to share my friends, loved ones, clothes, etc. What's mine remains mine. Part of me misses Bondiyah and the other part is slowly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and hoping to meet better people who respect friendships and relationships [Insert FFWD 2009: You are simply lying to yourself, thinking you're over bondiyah, when you're still knee-deep head over heels infatuated].
My coveted item du jour (a la Fashionista):
I was going through the few items madre has left from the '70s and I found the coolest, most awesome, stretchable, gold, vintage, diva-style belt. Adorable, yes?
The reason I was upset was because I was let down (yet again) by Bondiyah. [Insert FFWD 2009: Sweetheart, will you give up and move on already?] I hate it when you make plans with people and they let you down, and do not even bother texting to tell you they're busy. They simply ignore, and then call a few days later pretending it's all cherries and strawberries and nothing went coconuts!! But then again, that's Bondiyah for you. Bondiyah, whom I thought was the bestest of all friends [Insert FFWD 2009:Darling, Bondiyah whom you hoped and still are hoping would be a big part of your life], the perfect partner in crime, until I realized I have to share, and I HATE sharing. Nowadays, I refuse to share my friends, loved ones, clothes, etc. What's mine remains mine. Part of me misses Bondiyah and the other part is slowly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and hoping to meet better people who respect friendships and relationships [Insert FFWD 2009: You are simply lying to yourself, thinking you're over bondiyah, when you're still knee-deep head over heels infatuated].
My coveted item du jour (a la Fashionista):
I was going through the few items madre has left from the '70s and I found the coolest, most awesome, stretchable, gold, vintage, diva-style belt. Adorable, yes?
How cool was my madre ?
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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