well. that makes him a lucky bastard. he actually called. this morning. while i was retaking my drivers test.. (which i actually passed btw!!!) he said... "hey babe its me i guess ill have to give you a call later, im sorry i havent been able to call you.. the people ive been staying with dont have a phone..but umm yeah..i guess we have some stuff to talk about. uhh i love you.. bye." you guess? you guess we have some shit to talk about???! you mother fucking guess??! uhh huh.. ok. damn straight we have some fucking shit to talk about. like as in am i gonna leave you or not. and all that jazz. to tell the god honest truth i dont know if i want to stay with him. i want a guy that can handle his own shit somewhat. im sick of being his mother fucking babysitter band-aid. what he pulled is just RIDICULOUSLY immature. and i hope he fucking reads this someday. every last mother fucking word. oh and this whole.. no phone bs? yeah. my fucking ass. as if you couldnt have called from Suver, Martinez, or Alex's houses. dont even fucking start you bitch shit. its on. this is the first time i want a drag-on, knock-out, one-on-one fight with you.. for some strange reason.. cresten. i wanna kick your fucking ass.