Not the "Judas Priest" type of head-banging. More like I have a ton of bruises on my head because I literally banged my head about 7 times this weekend. I have a big bruise on my forehead and a black eye.
It was a humiliating weekend all around. My boyfriend, Andres, was here on Saturday and for the first time ever - I hurled - EVERYWHERE. In front of Andres! And his parents! It was horrible. I wonder if he still loves me.
Mom left me last week - she went to Vegas and left me home with Daddy. He took care of me really well. He's a superdad. Superbad Superdad.
Aunt Molly passed away. I never got to meet her. But Daddy loved her very much.
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Oh my darling, I still love you! In fact I love you more for being such a trooper and playing with me despite your tummy troubles. Muah!
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