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So, I went to the doctor yesterday.

Isn't she adorable?

I also read this weird book in the waiting room, and it was all about different superstitions from all different cultures. I gotta say, the Japanese are pretty weeeeeeird. And apparently she must be a girl, because I'm not all hairy?

I'm so glad I'm not all hairy.

Fat and crying is hard enough to deal with.
Well, I guess that everyone probably knows by now anyway, but I've been wanting to settle this for a long time.

And I guess this is probably the best place to do it, since everyone important to me has one.

First of all, you probably all know that Wendy is gone to.. where ever. I don't even know. It's third world, it's got starving kids, and I don't know when she's going to come back. She went without asking me until the arrangements were already done, and now I guess it's too late to take it back, isn't it? We're not broken up, but we're on a break until she comes home, and then we're going to.. go from there.

Second, I am pregnant. I've been pregnant since the end of school last year, so I'm about four or five months now, I guess. Some of you knew that, some of you didn't, now you all do. It's a girl, and her name is going to be Jessica. My parents don't know, Eric's mom does.

Third, I've been with Eric since about the middle of last year. And I still am. We're a legitimate couple, believe it or not. And obviously, for those who hadn't figured it out, he's the father.

I'm sick of sneaking around, and I'm sick of trying to hide everything, and I'm ready to just.. let it all out, you know?

My girlfriend already left me because of her Messiah Complex, to go and be a self appointed savior of the world. I don't remember who appointed her the world's savior, exactly, but it wasn't me. She should mend her own backyard first. So how much worse can it really get? Really?

And I think that's everything I have to say right now.

I don't want to hear any shit over any of this, by the way. I know I've screwed up, and I don't want everyone to remind me.

The End.

All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen,
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something,

I wish I was your favorite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world,

I wish I was your favorite smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style,

I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanted know what I was about,
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met,

I wish you had a favorite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see,
Basically, I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three,

I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake,
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep,

All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen,
I wish that we could see if we could be something,
I wish that we could see if we could be something..

I'm done.

But I can't.Collapse )

And now I'm going to go watch my Desperate Housewives DVDs.

Paved paradise.

School was terrible. Absolutely terrible.

Better than work, though.. I was getting pretty sick of the office.

I have such a retarded schedule, and Wendy piled on the science again this year, so it's gunna be a totally boringgggg ride.. and I have Garrison for biology. Again. How does that man keep getting that class? He never actually teaches us anything.

But in more important news..

Does anyone have my sweater?

You know, like, uhm. It's my one for cheer, it has my name on the back? It's a hoodie? It's green?

Okay, I guess nobody would have it, since it's a girl size.. and like, the only girls who use these other than me are Lizzy, Heidi, and Wendy..

But I really need that sweater.

[Private to Cartman]
Call me later, okay?
So all I've been listening to lately is Garbage. Wendy had the albums in her car, so it's become a routine to put them on rather than go and get other CDs out of either of our bedrooms. Plus, we all know female vocals make me cream my jeans.

Shirley Manson was so much cuter when her hair wasn't cut off..

Weird song I heard on the radio yesterday though. Does anyone remember that 'Crush' song by Jennifer Paige? I haven't heard it since like, grade five, and it was on the radio and I had a total 90s retro moment, truly.

Uhm. I slipped and fell at work on Tuesday.. walking into the building. I twisted my ankle a little, and skinned my knees, but I'm fine, just sore. I managed to catch myself a bit so it wasn't as bad as it could of been.. Even if I cried anyway. It was scary, thinking what.. could've happened, you know? And I wasn't even wearing heels, like wtf legs, stop going weak on me.

Work is also BORING.

Wendy does more typing than she does paying attention to me, so I mostly just answer the phone and do my nails. Nothing else to do. We go to meeting sometimes, but it's like, yaaaaawn, right? At least it's not as boring as school is going to be. I can't believe we'll be starting grade eleven in a just a month. Scary, we're growing up.

I dunno what else to talk about, really. I don't exactly have an exciting life as of lately..

I'm going to tell her tonight.

I can do it. Brave Bebe is brave.. right?

I'll oil you up and rub you down~

I've tasted love and I want more,
I'll put up no resistance,
I want to stay the distance,
I've got an itch to scratch,
I need assistance!

Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me~
I wanna be dirty~
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me~

New work song. It works wonderssss~

♥ My girl.
Lolz weekend disappearing act~

Since my baby came home on Friday. ♥ And it was her birthday~~!! I had to spend every moment with her, so I'm super sorry for ignoring texts and calls and stuff if anyone was trying to get a hold of me.

Now we're both seventeen, yaaay~

Uhm, seriously though. Good weekend. We had cake! And stuff. Most of which I would get punched if I wrote about it on livejournal, just fyi..

And I really, really missed her while she was on vacation, and I was stuck back here, so I'm super glad to have her back. Not to mention it was lonely sleeping alone! A Bebe without her Wendy is like.. I dunno, sorbet without fruit? It doesn't work, okay?

I just.. missed this.

Anyway, moving on..

Lexusssss, baby, I don't need the job at Les Bos anymore, I don't think. Pookie doesn't really approve something about butches with grabby hands??, so I guess I'm gunna work for her dad this summer instead. Personal assistant. Very fancy, am I right? And I'll get to wear one of those woman's suit things, totally sexy.

OH! I almost forgot, holy shit.

Check these fuckers out, u gaiz~Collapse )

Birthday presents~ aren't they awesome? Told you she isn't as straight laced as she looks. ;)

Awesome possum, I know.

I can't say it. I can't. Not now, not ever.

Maybe it'll go away..

I can't.

Stuck on you, till the end of time.

Well, Ike and Stan did it.

Herro bandwagon..

Meh. Bad mood.
Uhm. So.

I haven't really updated this in like.. forever.

Bad Bebe.

But I'm still alive [duh], and I've been home from witness protection, for like.. ever now. And I think most of the court stuff is over. Eric and I did our testimony, and they even put a [really ugly] picture of me in the paper, front page. We might need to go once more, but not sure yet.

Wendy is gone away with her parents for the next.. three weeks. It's really depressing. We've been texting and stuff, and I told her that she should try to get online here and tell everyone how her vacation is going, and she said she'd try. They left just right after I came home actually.. they're going to see her grandparents, and then some other weird science convention thing. And something about 'mideval times', uhm? I dunno.

I dunno what else to talk about.

This stupid secret shit as me all freaked out, like Clyde said in his entry. I don't care for it much at all.

Lexus, I really need to get that job at Le Bos. Like, really need it. Even just until September. And not just because no Wendy = boring summer. Although that is part of the reason. I have my resume all done, so you should take me to see your manager, and see if he'll hire me. I am a really good dancer, so he might, right?

Kyle, I have my.. thing, on Monday. If you still want to walk with me.