Put a deposit down on an apartment today! A one bedroom (NOT a studio!) that I can actually afford! And it's only 3 blocks away from where I live now! Coincidentally it is also 3 doors down from my FAVORITE restaurant in the city of Chicago. LOL.
I'm so stoked!!
Move in date is early May.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Duped
So I recently found out that I have to move out of my place a lot sooner than I had planned...
Dane sent me an email last week, citing our differences in lifestyles (I supposedly wake him up when I get home from work. HELLO?! His fucking loud ass girlfriend wakes me up EVERY GODDAMN SUNDAY!!!) and saying that he no longer wants to live with a dog, and he wants me to move out by June. Fucking asshole.
So now I can't move in with Katie, and I have to find a place quick, because I just wanna get out of here ASAP. So on top of everything else I have going on, with my camera, and my probably super expensive dentist appt tomorrow, now I have to move. Ugh...
So I've been really stressed out, and just generally freaking out in all my spare time. Thursday night after work, I was doing my closeout stuff, getting ready to leave when I saw that Brazil was online. And I messaged him. I just wanted to talk to him, I needed to talk to him. To someone. But I wanted it to be him. So I asked him if he had any weed, and if I could stop by and smoke.
Of course we ended up having sex. I won't deny it, but first let me give you some of the details of my visit...
I had no intentions of sleeping with him, although I can't deny that the thought crossed my mind. Scratch that, maybe I did subconsciously know I was going to sleep with him. Maybe that was what I wanted. Ugh, I don't know! Well when I got there, I sat across the way from him, not next to him, and I just unloaded everything. He donated to my camera fund by the way, and posted it to his facebook. So we're talking, and he says I look really sad, and I'm telling him why. And then out of nowhere, in the middle of our conversation about me finding a new place, he says, "I missed you."
I didn't say anything back. In fact, I didn't even acknowledge what he said. I just...lit the bowl. Then he leans in and tries to kiss me, but I turn away. Well this continues for a while, him trying to kiss me, me not letting him, and him getting frustrated and asking me why I won't kiss him. I say, "Why should I kiss you?" And he just keeps trying. I told him I don't trust him.
He says he doesn't want to use me. I say he already has. He gets a little mad about that, but he tells me again that he really misses me, and that he thought I wanted to come over to talk about us, so we could work things out. And he wants to keep seeing me.
I asked him what's changed, and he said he's been battling things. Refusing to see or speak to Stephanie. And I'm like, so...nothing's changed really. Then I tell him that even if I agreed to see him again, things could never just go back to the way they were.
He gets frustrated again. Then he asks me what it is I want from him, and I'm just like I dunno. Cuz I don't! I don't even know what I'm doing there, but I know it's a bad idea! We start listening to Jeff Buckley, my favorite. I blame Jeff for sleeping with him.
Afterwards I just felt shame. Pure, unadulterated shame. I quickly got dressed and said I needed to go.
"You don't need me to walk you out, do you?"
The most asshole-ish thing he could possibly say.
I roll my eyes, "No. Of course not." I say sarcastically. He doesn't pick up on it.
So I leave, planning to never speak to him again.
But then I text him again Friday after work, because I think I may have left the lens cap to my temporary camera at his place, and well...cuz I'm curious what he's doing. He doesn't respond.
I text him again last night. He responds this time, I ask him about the lens cap, he says he doesn't have it. I ask him what he's doing. He doesn't respond.
Now I'm irritated, because it's obvious he's avoiding me. And I'm super pissed at myself for letting him take advantage of me.
So this morning I get up, guns blazing about it, and I message him on facebook.
"So...did you mean any of that stuff you said the other night? or were you just saying that to get me to sleep with you?"
"Alright. Listen."
That always means bad news when he says, "listen".
Then he doesn't say anything for a while so I'm like, "I'd still like an answer."
Then he says, "im in love with stephanie. she's a terrible person, a bitch , a witch and i hate the myself for feeling the way i do, i hate myself everyday because of it. Yes, i enjoy ur company , and yes I do like you, and i miss hanging out with you, and there's nothing in the world id like more to forget that bitch and focus on you. but i cant control my feelings, and its killing me everyday."
"god
you are such an ass
ok
goodbye"
And I sign off.
And that is THE END of Brazil.
For real this time.
Dane sent me an email last week, citing our differences in lifestyles (I supposedly wake him up when I get home from work. HELLO?! His fucking loud ass girlfriend wakes me up EVERY GODDAMN SUNDAY!!!) and saying that he no longer wants to live with a dog, and he wants me to move out by June. Fucking asshole.
So now I can't move in with Katie, and I have to find a place quick, because I just wanna get out of here ASAP. So on top of everything else I have going on, with my camera, and my probably super expensive dentist appt tomorrow, now I have to move. Ugh...
So I've been really stressed out, and just generally freaking out in all my spare time. Thursday night after work, I was doing my closeout stuff, getting ready to leave when I saw that Brazil was online. And I messaged him. I just wanted to talk to him, I needed to talk to him. To someone. But I wanted it to be him. So I asked him if he had any weed, and if I could stop by and smoke.
Of course we ended up having sex. I won't deny it, but first let me give you some of the details of my visit...
I had no intentions of sleeping with him, although I can't deny that the thought crossed my mind. Scratch that, maybe I did subconsciously know I was going to sleep with him. Maybe that was what I wanted. Ugh, I don't know! Well when I got there, I sat across the way from him, not next to him, and I just unloaded everything. He donated to my camera fund by the way, and posted it to his facebook. So we're talking, and he says I look really sad, and I'm telling him why. And then out of nowhere, in the middle of our conversation about me finding a new place, he says, "I missed you."
I didn't say anything back. In fact, I didn't even acknowledge what he said. I just...lit the bowl. Then he leans in and tries to kiss me, but I turn away. Well this continues for a while, him trying to kiss me, me not letting him, and him getting frustrated and asking me why I won't kiss him. I say, "Why should I kiss you?" And he just keeps trying. I told him I don't trust him.
He says he doesn't want to use me. I say he already has. He gets a little mad about that, but he tells me again that he really misses me, and that he thought I wanted to come over to talk about us, so we could work things out. And he wants to keep seeing me.
I asked him what's changed, and he said he's been battling things. Refusing to see or speak to Stephanie. And I'm like, so...nothing's changed really. Then I tell him that even if I agreed to see him again, things could never just go back to the way they were.
He gets frustrated again. Then he asks me what it is I want from him, and I'm just like I dunno. Cuz I don't! I don't even know what I'm doing there, but I know it's a bad idea! We start listening to Jeff Buckley, my favorite. I blame Jeff for sleeping with him.
Afterwards I just felt shame. Pure, unadulterated shame. I quickly got dressed and said I needed to go.
"You don't need me to walk you out, do you?"
The most asshole-ish thing he could possibly say.
I roll my eyes, "No. Of course not." I say sarcastically. He doesn't pick up on it.
So I leave, planning to never speak to him again.
But then I text him again Friday after work, because I think I may have left the lens cap to my temporary camera at his place, and well...cuz I'm curious what he's doing. He doesn't respond.
I text him again last night. He responds this time, I ask him about the lens cap, he says he doesn't have it. I ask him what he's doing. He doesn't respond.
Now I'm irritated, because it's obvious he's avoiding me. And I'm super pissed at myself for letting him take advantage of me.
So this morning I get up, guns blazing about it, and I message him on facebook.
"So...did you mean any of that stuff you said the other night? or were you just saying that to get me to sleep with you?"
"Alright. Listen."
That always means bad news when he says, "listen".
Then he doesn't say anything for a while so I'm like, "I'd still like an answer."
Then he says, "im in love with stephanie. she's a terrible person, a bitch , a witch and i hate the myself for feeling the way i do, i hate myself everyday because of it. Yes, i enjoy ur company , and yes I do like you, and i miss hanging out with you, and there's nothing in the world id like more to forget that bitch and focus on you. but i cant control my feelings, and its killing me everyday."
"god
you are such an ass
ok
goodbye"
And I sign off.
And that is THE END of Brazil.
For real this time.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Stay Tuned...
Ok guys, I appreciate you all having my back, but please stop attacking Rebecca James, and others in the comments. It's done.
Anyway, I have a lot of stuff to share, really juicy stuff, but I just got home, and it's 4:39am, and I'm tired. So I'm gonna have to write later. So check back soon!
Anyway, I have a lot of stuff to share, really juicy stuff, but I just got home, and it's 4:39am, and I'm tired. So I'm gonna have to write later. So check back soon!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
DISCLAIMER!!
1) I am not asking ANYONE for money. If you have the means, and want to donate to help me buy a new camera, that's great, and I cannot thank you enough. But I am in NO WAY trying to take advantage of you guys as my readers. So if you're not comfortable donating money, then DON'T! I don't claim to be poor, or homeless, or starving. I am simply a girl in her 20's, getting a college education and trying to get by on a part-time job with student loans. G's...
2) This blog is NOT PG rated!!! I am 27 years old, and therefore I write about the experiences of a 27 year old. NOT a 14 year old! So if your kids are reading this, maybe they shouldn't be. Not my problem.
3) Someone asked me something about a new blog?? This is the only blog I have, and the only blog I plan to have. I created a new donation page because my sister made the original one and it has our names and photos on it, as well as the names and photos of many people who have donated. I know for a fact that Sophie wouldn't be comfortable with me sharing her personal information with a bunch of strangers (let alone me, who blogs about all my deepest darkest secrets!), which is why I created the donation page specifically to post here on the blog. It's not a scam! I'm just trying to protect myself and others.
Hopefully that clears everything up...?
2) This blog is NOT PG rated!!! I am 27 years old, and therefore I write about the experiences of a 27 year old. NOT a 14 year old! So if your kids are reading this, maybe they shouldn't be. Not my problem.
3) Someone asked me something about a new blog?? This is the only blog I have, and the only blog I plan to have. I created a new donation page because my sister made the original one and it has our names and photos on it, as well as the names and photos of many people who have donated. I know for a fact that Sophie wouldn't be comfortable with me sharing her personal information with a bunch of strangers (let alone me, who blogs about all my deepest darkest secrets!), which is why I created the donation page specifically to post here on the blog. It's not a scam! I'm just trying to protect myself and others.
Hopefully that clears everything up...?
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