The Litter Box: gatas

1.) The whole world knows all my shit. But now I live with a bunch of people who I don't know (and don't trust, and who probably won't like me,) and I don't know if i want them reading my shit. So hopefully by the end of the semester, I won't care and I'll be friends with them, but it's not really lookin too good. I MISS MY GATOS FROM LAST YEAR. uuuuuughhhhh seriously I HATE IT.
2.) my camera's flash broke so all my pictures are sucking
3.) I know juicy personal life gossip would be interesting, but uhh I'm trying to stay away from that cause a.) it's not that juicy at all b.) parties involved would be pissed c.) I'm not trying to get kicked out of my room at the ~casa bolivar~ (cause of my 2 children) and because of my ~~substance abuse problems~~

okay fine. it's not juicy, but it IS interesting.
you know, the way I deal with problems (or choose not to,) the way other people deal with our problems (or choose not to,) the way something can come out of nowhere and just FUCK SHIT UP!!!

I don't want people to judge me, I don't want people to get pissed at me for things that I think/"feel" and I don't want people who barely know me to read this shit and think I'm fucking crazy!
and for all these reasons stated, I haven't really been publicizing.

ON THAT NOTE, FUCK IT! PRIVACY IS SOOOO ANTIQUATED!!! SO HERE GOES!!!!!...

A CERTAIN GATO MADE FUN OF ME FOR HOOKIN UP WITH SOME DUDE A WHILE AGO which is BULLSHIT cause said CERTAIN GATO HAS A REP FOR DOIN THE SAAAAME SHIT!!
then after that bullshit, I went to the FRESH MEAT PARTY which was fab as usual, and ran into a certain NEGRO who tends to shake shit up whenever I see him by you know, making me feel extremely horrible and shit. Then GATO was dicky all next day even tho he knew I ran into said NEGRO and needed ~~comfort~~
WOW I SOUND SO **LATINA** RIGHT NOW I THINK I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF.
so THEEEEEEEEEEEN said gato went to dinner with a gata who's "just an amiga,"(it almost seemed like he wanted to spite me, even though I know that's not true. maybe. right? yeah. he's not a dick like that) but still he should call me after am I right? To be like, dinner with said gata is over, no I am not doing her up the butt, yes I'll make it up to you by hanging out with you tomorrow and being your slave. RIGHT? is that too much to ask??? ANYWAYS
I proceeded to just get high ( YES, GET HIGH, JUDGE ME ) and eat some Christians, and Tegan was like "has he called you? has he called you?" and i'm like uhhh no... should i be pissed?
Anyways, bottom line is, whatever. now I just don't fucking care. and he's making me dinner, and i'm just a fat whore, and food is the way to my heart, so I'm like, whatever. whatever whatever whatever whatever I don't fucking care about anything.

I'm gonna go SHOWER, ORDER MY BOOKS, PLAY WITH MY CHILDREN, GO TO WORK, then go eat some fucking food. and all is back to normal. easy peasy.

I'm sure no one has gotten this far, and if you have, enjoy these pictures of OLYMPICS PARTY.