Listening to: My Best Friends Wedding Soundtrack
Feeling: fickle
Yeah, so I dont think Mike likes me. I havent been the nicest person to him lately, but I just kinda get the feeling its over.....
But I think thats ok, for sir Chase has wondered his way back into my head...
Why are women so fickle. I like him, no I like him, no I like him. It seems so childish, but is yet a part of my everyday life.
I'm kinda ticked off about the whole Mike thing, because I bascially dumped Chase for him, he was my deciding vote. He told me he liked me, and I feel like I (!) hurt someone because he lead me on. It makes me so mad, but at the sametime I'm not even mad with Michael.
Psh, fickle fickle women.
We have a pizza to order, but mark my words I'll be back to write more, my reign of pissidom is returning.
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Kayla went spontaneous (excuse my spelling for when one is on cloud nine, spelling is not something often thought about). I was just so tired of being angry or "upset" all the time I figured I needed a change. So when Jason told me he knew Chase's number, I took a hold of the phone and dialed the digits. This is something I have never done before with a guy.
I must confess, I was nervous as hell dialing the number, but all changed soon. Hes really
an easy person to talk to and randombly in the middle of the conversation I asked him out.
For all of those who supported thet michael-kayla ideam I just dont thik it was going to work. Personally, I dont think Michael likes me, and he could do better anyway. Mike's a really great guy, I dont think I'm eough for him. And by saying that I'm not calling him an air-head or anything, I just think he'd have a better time with his friends then me and such. Plus hes a super athlete and I dont want to hold him back or anything.
:O)
Until tomorrow then,
Your Nieghborhood Superman
I'd continue writing more, but I feel like a lottle school girl blushing.....
Truly,
.nosaer a rof neppah sgniht lla
it was a pleasure on AIM my typo KING! I bow to thee, BOW!
.namrepus ot etacided ll'i meop txen ym ebyam
rock on ma dear!