Table Near The Door

Okay so apparently I can't leave early now. Perfect.

So I just got double tipped and Tess asked me if I wanted to go home a little early tonight. I think I'm going to take her up on that offer.

And also I know you're going to see that. So read it carefully, because that's raw emotion speaking right about now.

How are you going to sit there and tell me everything is okay when it clearly isn't? How are you going to look into my eyes and lie like that? It sucks, y'know. I literally gave you everything I could possibly give to someone and you still deceived me like that. You kept tabs on me without my knowledge or consent. Doesn't that seem like a huge breach of trust? Honestly I just feel stupid. A little over 24 hours ago you talked about how you hadn't looked at my blog in months and I let my guard down with you. I would have never let things get sexual had I known we'd be here today. Now I just feel used and stupid. I feel like the stupid girl who believed too much and didn't use her head because she loved someone too much. And I also feel stupid for blogging at work. But whatever.

So can we talk about how beautiful it was to be reunited with my homegirls today or.

"Someone asked if they could marry me for 250 horses" "But your boobs are worth 200 horses at least"

"But he wears a scarf and he's on the fencing team!" Omg live blogging Tessa's story

"So I was playing with his pocket knife so I could keep my hands to myself..."

"We all know that once I sit down next to you people are gonna start touching each other"