Saturday, April 22, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
What's Amy up to now?
Damn you can't read the thought bubble it says --" What's the next psycho thing I should do? Why have my own life when I can pretend to be in everyone elses?"

Ms. Amy Phillips - Isn't she lovely?

I don't know if I'll have time to write about the whole weekend but here's a short blurb....and as to why I spend 20 seconds to post that picture. This weekend was break in the weather...it was a great time but too cold for me. Tonya and Don came up too. We called it an early night since we were all freezing. We saw Jeni and Amy....I thought it was going to be drama-free day. Well it was when we were there. But when Tommy came over today he told us that Amy was so kindly telling people that Mike and I broke up. Okay...honestly....I saw you looking at us TOGETHER so come on. If you're going to waste your time at least make up something cool or funny about us. Or maybe she just wants Mike...if we do ever (which we aren't) break up Amy doesn't have a chance since he doesn't dig fat chicks. I honestly just wish Amy could grow up a little and act like an adult. Most mature people would just pretend like you don't know each other and go your separate ways....that's what Mike and I do. But still we hear about the dumb ass shit she needs to pull. At this point I think it's funny...it's just desparate attempts to take stabs at us. Oh and thank you Amy for the "blocked ID" call at 4:30am...you could have at least left a message....my phone was on vibrate or I would have picked up and let you know how I really fucking feel about you.
My advice to Amy:
1. Worry about yourself...hell maybe even use that tredmill you have.
2. Stop pretending to be Jeni.
3. See a pychologist.
4. Get your OWN fucking life.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Fabulous is a Full-Time Job!
Fabulous is a full-time job, so sorry I haven't been very good at keeping up on here. My deepest apologies...and things aren't going to slow down at least for another 7 weeks. I'll do my best later this week to write about the weekend, but I might forget anything that happened that was goodtimes by then.