What up what up...??

Hello again.

I decided I'd write more after my bitter post a few minutes ago.

I apologize, I'm just tired of getting stepped on by everyone in this world.  I'm a good person.  :(

Anyways.

I was getting gas the other day and I had my hand on my hip while doing so, and this car went by full of gangsta-like people and the one was hanging out of the window shouting "what up what up!" at me.  I don't know what to think of this.

So, apparently by my body language, I was all like, attitudey and confident.  So that means I want to be shouted at like an object?

No.  I don't like being treated like an object.  The only other time I felt like that was when I was with Chris.  I definitely felt like he was only interested in one thing.  And did not respect me.  I had to tell him no several times.  That should not have happened.  Nobody should ever have to be told no even once in that respect.  But three times?  Nah.  He was an idiot.

I had a dream about the love of my life though.  I have a feeling this person exists.  I know it's real.  He's extremely handsome.  Has a cross tattooed on his chest.  But, I figure, even though I don't like tattoos, a cross is a nice thing to have.  I think he was religious of sorts.

Some day my prince will come :)
woha

woah.  Lightening strike in my arm.

It's th ehet don

It's the heat, don't worry.  :)

I have to go now...

Love always,

Jaime Lee
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