Remember when...?

We met in seventh grade.

One day in middle school she convinced me to skip class with her. We were lame and scared of being caught, and spent an hour in the bathroom reading graffiti. Later in high school, we would skip class weekly to catch up and eat fast food.

We double-dated to nearly every high school dance. She would style my hair, we'd arrive together, and she usually hosted a sleepover at her house afterwards.

I wasn't shy around her; she knew the 'real Taylor'.

She got me my first boyfriend. She was always a loudmouth, and as soon as she knew I fancied CN, he knew.

We've had our minor fights. She calls me a tree-hugging hippie (it's true) and I call her an egotistic bitch (also true). She boasts about her bigger boobs and I flaunt my thinner figure.

When the Cheffess turned to drugs and alcohol for company and left us, we bonded even more. We spent entire weekends together, talking and laughing all night.

She knows my quirks to the point that she does them before I do.

She's the only one who knows that I'm often unhappy with my relationship with DB.

We've made so many memories together it's hard to recall them all. I'm sure that after I post this, another hilarious or touching or simply blog-worthy memory will pop into my head and I'll be kicking myself.

The last day we spent together was Saturday. Crazygirl and her and I went to the beach, took pictures, sang off-key in the car, and spent one last night with each other, talking about the past.

Sunday afternoon was the last time I saw her. I tearfully hugged my best friend goodbye and wished her the best of luck with her new life in the Marines.

The only constant in life is change. Sometimes it's hard to accept, especially when this means losing somebody you love.

Sometimes you have to say goodbye, dry your tears, and bravely face the new future.

I miss you, Marinegirl.

Hold me accountable, please

CN's girlfriend posted a note on facebook listing off her summer goals. I've decided to copy her.

1) Stop obsessing over have-beens (read: CN)
2) Bike the entire bike trail (48 miles!)
3) Reconnect with some old friends
4) Go on a photo-taking excursion
5) Play the guitar and piano more often
6) Develop a regular exercise schedule
7) Have sex in the woods
8) Go skinny-dipping
9) Have a picnic on the beach

CN's girlfriend's list included a lot of things I've always wanted to do. It was quite disturbing for me to realize this. I guess her and I are alike in many ways. Besides the fact that she's a prude and I'm not. Haha, CN.

I win.

By the way...
--Marinegirl left yesterday. The Cheffess and Crazygirl and I watched her leave and then spent all day together, crying. I'll officially blog about it later.
--I bought a pregnancy test, on account of being a week and a half late, and it came out negative. Thank god.
--I think CN's on vacation. His car has been missing from the driveway for days. Yes, I stalk.
--That being said, I didn't think about him very much this weekend.

Please excuse my drunken blogging

My weekend in a blog post!

Friday was fantastic and horrible. My dear sister and I had a fabulous martini party at my step dad's house. Strange, I know, but he's cool. Kind of cool anyways. Halfway through the night and after we finished off the first bottle of vodka, he began yelling shit about my mom and so we left. Spend the night at Filmguy's house.

The next day I found out I did something very very bad. I texted CN. First I texted him his name and a rhyming word, you know? Like Anna Banana except for it was more CN-BNish. I don't know. He called and I ignored him. He's way christian and perfect and I didn't want him to know I was tipsy. The next day I realized I texted him twice more...

Tay: im so so sry i texted to i didnt mean to im stupid
*no reply*
Tay [one hour later]: im really really sry i texted u i didnt mean to i love you CN.

I love you CN? Really? I LOVE YOU CN?!?!? I can't believe I fucking proclaimed my love for CN over a text. message. He called the next day while I was at work but I ignored it once again. I am so embarrassed. I wonder if he knows that drunken words (or in my case, texts) are sober thoughts.

Saturday... I had to work Job #2 with a crazyass hangover. Luckily I worked with my favorite hot coworkers, including the Gamer, Smileyguy, That hot guy I work with, and my hot manager.
Later on that night I hung out with my girls, Crazygirl and Marinegirl. One week until my dear bff leaves me.

Sunday I worked both jobs and then had sex all night with DB. Fabulous sex. Be jealous. Be very very jealous, women.

A real post will be coming soon. Tomorrow maybe. I'm busy, alrighty?

Loving RENT too much? Impossible.

Something you should know about me: I love RENT more than anything else in the entire world. Don't tell DB.

On another note, Marinegirl (my best friend) is leaving me to join the Marines in two weeks. I'm pretty much devastated, so expect a very tearful, depressing blog post in about two weeks.

Marinegirl loves tattoos and to celebrate her leaving, one of our friends (I'll name her the Cheffess... kind of like The Bloggess or a Goddess except she's a Chef. You know.) and I want to get tattoos with Marinegirl.

Dilemma!! Where/what/why. DB told me that, if i get a tattoo, it should have some sort of meaning behind it. Ummmmm...?

In my very-favorite-movie-of-all-time, RENT!, Maureen has a tattoo:



Look at 1:14, because I can't find a picture online. Or, since you can't see it very well, you should just buy this wonderful movie and watch it on your huge TV at home. Or I could just tell you that she has a few stars on her ass. Classy, I know.

Maybe you can guess what I'm getting at. Should I get the exact same effing tattoo on my bum?!?

Need some input. If I don't decide soon, I'm going to end up with the same cliche butterfly on my ankle that every other girl-who-randomly-decided-to-get-a-tattoo has. No offense if you have this tattoo. Really.

By the way...
--I've got the bitch dog situation under control. I'm only entering/leaving DB's house through his basement door! The bitch dog never comes down there! Win.