27.09.02 | 8:39 pm
fucked, fucking and fucker.
Well... I'm at Justin's house right now. And I will be until Monday. Heather asked if I wanted to stay during the long weekend, just to relax and chill out a bit. I was/am really grateful - I was scared of what would happen when I went home. Today's been a very stressful day in more ways than the obvious.
So Justin and I went home this evening, and I packed a travel bag full of clothes (and shoes), all my toiletries, my guitar and amp and my boxes of stuff I'd collected over the last few months for when I did actually move. Plus my blankets and pillows hehe. The back of Justin's car was chocca's with my stuff. Mum and Dad didn't speak a word to me the whole time I was there, although Dad left almost straight away to take James to Air Cadets. I was sad about leaving my cat, Jenny... =. I went out to the garden to say goodbye for a little while... I love my cat so much. She ran over to me 'cause she hadn't seen me since the day before and I picked her up and gave her a big hug and kissed her lots. She rubbed her mouth on the peak of my cap, she was glad to see me, and gave me a good hug. But then the dog next door started barking so she wanted to go and play. I let her go and she raced off around the garden like a mad hatter, chasing non existant toys.
I cleaned out Justin's room when I got home 'cause I had to organise all my shit. I cleaned out his wardrobe and well.. basically his room hehe, but with successful results - it now looks wonderful, especially as both our guitars and amps are set up to look ultra cool! :P
I'd also like to officially re-instate the fact that Elle Bradder is a fucked up SLUT. It's her birthday in a couple of weeks apparently and it's a joint 18th with Kate (one of Justin's JC friends). So of course, Justin wants to go because he's good friends with Kate and I'd drop dead before I let him anywhere near that ugly slut Elle alone. But I don't want her to think I'm going there because of her, or even worse, throw me out of her party which she's entirely capable of. Of course I'd deck the fucking ugly dog if she did, but that's totally besides the point.
And while I'm on an official "hate JP's ex's" note, I'd just like to mention what a hoe everyone of his ex-girlies is. I mean, they obviously ain't all that otherwise they wouldn't be an ex-girly in the first place. So suck shit all you bitches, the boy is mine and none of y'all deserved him in the first place. It was a bit of a double ex-fest again tonight seeing as I found quite a lot that I didn't want to find when I was cleaning up Justin's room, ie. a love poem from fucking Kelly Boyd carrying on about how he was "The One" after they'd been dating for a week which was enough by itself, not to mention a whole frikkin shoebox full of cards, letters, photos and general keepsakes. It doesn't bother me that Justin kept them over all this time, I was just happier when I was oblivious to their fucking existance.
Anyway, Justin's flying in and out in a foul mood, so I better go. I tried to explain to him that I can't write with someone sitting next to me reading over my shoulder and waiting for me to hurry up and finish, it's extremely irritating. Today's been a pretty fucked up day in the scheme of things, what with my fucked up parents and Justin's fucked up fucking hoes of ex fucking girlfriends and this FUCKING mosquito son of a bitch that just decided he'd come along and chew on my arm the little fucker. But Justin's taking the day off tomorrow and I'm almost certain that tomorrow will be a better day.
And a day better than yesterday is always a good one.
Much love guys,
Scratching her fucking mozzie bite,
Mel.
*mwah*.