Haltom VS Raiders
Envy is my middle name. Just call me Brianne ENVY Gulley. I swear, jealously is all my life is about these days. If someone freaking gets a boyfriend I'm jealous, new clothes I'm jealous, a CELL PHONE and I'm instantly jealous. All I do is compare myself with other people and think of ways to put myself down because I'm not as good as they are. AND I HATE THAT! My self-esteem is no doubt a negative number and that's just a turn-OFF for guys. (Brianne why don't you have a boyfriend?) Simply because I can't be happy with anyone else if I can't be happy with myself.
The game....was great. It was so much fun. Plus, it was a first for me.....and I loved it. Jason was treating me like no other guy has THOUGHT to treat me. I mean, doors were being opened, hands were being offered when stepping down......jackets were being given and shared.....I had a lot of fun....and I've realized what a terrific guy he is. Thanks Jason.....for making me feel like I mattered.
I saw him. I traveled with my aunt and my cousin and we walked into Baylor Rehab and we rode up to floor three and we turned a right, and then another right. We stepped through the doorway....and there he was. I almost cried. I missed him so much. I want him back. He knew who I was....he called me Breezy and he tickled my stomach and he wondered about family and he hugged me......I love him you guys...and I miss him. He was fine. His mind clicked on Monday and he's great. He's bored and he's sorry he was rude to Alesha. He put his arm around me and I told him that I had lost approximately 7 pounds and he asked if I was still on that one diet. If I was STILL.....he remembered!! That was his memory kicking in...and he remembered. I almost broke down because I wanted him....back here with us. I miss him. His head has scars, he's pale, he's skinny....he's Ward. I love you Ward. Yeah, you're getting better, and I am so proud of you. Your family is behind you.....your home is waiting....we're waiting.
I like him he doesn't like me he likes her. Case closed. It's not happening...move on. If he can you can. He cleared that up on his blog and I'm glad. Yeah.....loser IS the right word. Slap it on my name tag. If I must say so myself I am working up quite a title. Loser Envy Gulley. What a mouthful.
Sunday, October 30, 2005- Sarah Elizabeth Green turns fifteen and possesses a cell phone.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday dear Sarah Green whom I looooove.
Happy Birthday to you.
*Happy Birthday Sarah....tomorrow. I love you.*
This is Loser Envy Gulley signing out. If you need me call my house....there's no other way. Except for my G-ma's house and you can't call there because we're having family time and I'm a loser for liking it.
The game....was great. It was so much fun. Plus, it was a first for me.....and I loved it. Jason was treating me like no other guy has THOUGHT to treat me. I mean, doors were being opened, hands were being offered when stepping down......jackets were being given and shared.....I had a lot of fun....and I've realized what a terrific guy he is. Thanks Jason.....for making me feel like I mattered.
I saw him. I traveled with my aunt and my cousin and we walked into Baylor Rehab and we rode up to floor three and we turned a right, and then another right. We stepped through the doorway....and there he was. I almost cried. I missed him so much. I want him back. He knew who I was....he called me Breezy and he tickled my stomach and he wondered about family and he hugged me......I love him you guys...and I miss him. He was fine. His mind clicked on Monday and he's great. He's bored and he's sorry he was rude to Alesha. He put his arm around me and I told him that I had lost approximately 7 pounds and he asked if I was still on that one diet. If I was STILL.....he remembered!! That was his memory kicking in...and he remembered. I almost broke down because I wanted him....back here with us. I miss him. His head has scars, he's pale, he's skinny....he's Ward. I love you Ward. Yeah, you're getting better, and I am so proud of you. Your family is behind you.....your home is waiting....we're waiting.
I like him he doesn't like me he likes her. Case closed. It's not happening...move on. If he can you can. He cleared that up on his blog and I'm glad. Yeah.....loser IS the right word. Slap it on my name tag. If I must say so myself I am working up quite a title. Loser Envy Gulley. What a mouthful.
Sunday, October 30, 2005- Sarah Elizabeth Green turns fifteen and possesses a cell phone.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday dear Sarah Green whom I looooove.
Happy Birthday to you.
*Happy Birthday Sarah....tomorrow. I love you.*
This is Loser Envy Gulley signing out. If you need me call my house....there's no other way. Except for my G-ma's house and you can't call there because we're having family time and I'm a loser for liking it.
posted by Breezeface at 8:17 PM
2 Comments:
You are not a loser at all. And envy just happens. I envy you numerous times throughout the week. And call myself dumb a$$ B*^%#. I wouldn't normally bleep myself out but I don't want your crazy school to block out your site.
Peace the spork out,
Sarah
P.S. I got my phone on Friday because I'm gay and I'm a brat. I love. I love you. I love you. And thanks for the 'happy birthday'. I love you little sister!
Happy Birthday Sarah. I now turn fifteen in exactly three weeks and guess what is not going to make it's home in my pocket? Yeah...that's right....a phone. You're a rich brat with two story nice house and I hate you for it. Just kidding....I really love you. I will see you tonight. I love you big sister!
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