is on the phone right now and I’m pretty sure she’s flirting with whoever she’s talking to. She’s talking about how this person keeps on sending her texts, and oh my god nobody hardly texts me anymore. I’m trying my best to block her conversation by listening to music but goodness, I can’t remember the last time I’ve flirted with someone over the phone.
Call me stupid but...
I always thought that once I stopped being pregnant, people would treat me like they did before the whole thing. Guess not.
Berry’s favorite color is pink. God, she’s so gay.
It’s 1:46 AM here in Ohio and I should really be sleeping. But I can’t. Insomnia. Bah. It’s nowhere near as cool as Rihanna’s single suggested. Oh, and remember when I tweeted that I missed PMS? I take it back.
Who is this ‘Dianna Agron?’ I hear she looks a lot like me. ?
Life's been good, lately.
I’ve been living with my Mom. I have no idea where Dad is and I really don’t want to ask my mother, who’s obviously still hurt about the whole cheating thing. Puck’s been visiting me a lot recently, always with flowers (roses) and a box of chocolate (all heart-shaped, no peanuts). It’s sweet, really. We hardly talk about Beth — it’s a really awkward topic...
I’ve been debating on having a blog for quite a while now…so I decided to, uh, make one! I don’t know if I would be able to update this as much as I want to, but…I’ll try…