Gettin’ There
So. . . we’ve been here what. . 2 weeks? 99% of the boxes are unpacked. We ordered a new bedroom set and a new couch from Ashley’s Furniture and it will be here 9/13/07. We’ve gone grocery shopping I know where 10 different Starbucks’ are and I successfully transferred to one in Oceanside (4 miles away). We have a Ralphs and and Albertsons right across the street, there are day spas and nail places around. I know where the Target and Wally World is, the Bed Bath and Beyond, the Linens and things, Lowes, Home Depot we even have a water park called WAVE a couple miles away from us. Opened only during the summer months and the weekends during September, but its still there. I know how to get to the mall the movie theatre and I know which way is north and south and east and west I can even get myself to my in-laws house on my own now.
I updated all my information for some places to submit myself for TV/Film and commercials and print work and theatre and I’ve hung pictures on the wall of my friends and family. I contacted my manager at Global One and they are glad I’m back in the area and ready to go out and audition again. I called my old agent, whom I haven’t spoken to since jan/feb this year to ask if they still wanted to represent me, they were patient while I was in school and would call and check in to see if I wanted to go out and audition but we all know how strict PCPA was and how disciplined I needed to make myself to get up and go to school instead of ditch and go to an audition. My agent has picked up other clients within my market and does not want there to be a conflict of interest when sending their client out by representing me. I am okay with this. They were good to me when I lived here, and were patient when I asked to be inactive. It’s now up to me with the help of Global One to find new representation. All though we all know the goal is to be with CAA (Creative Artists Agency) there are steps I need to take.
I need to make sure I’m at the top of my game as far as my market goes, my look my skills etc
I joined Curves. In my life I have tried the following Nutritional Programs and Fad Diet Pills (in no particular order):
* South Beach Diet
* Weight Watchers
* Slim Fast
* Herbalife
* Metabolife
* Xenadrine
* Trim Spa
* Rapid (something) with Hoodia
* Green Tea Tablets
Gyms I’ve gone to:
* Pismo Beach Athletic Club
* Kennedy Club Fitness
* Bally’s
* Golds
* 24 Hour Fitness
Personal Trainers:
* Randy Bear
* Jon Trainer (Okerblom)
* Michael (something)
* Jeremy (something)
* John (something)
Why I remember these names I have no idea. . .
so NOW, I’m going to try Curves. Tomorrow I talk to them about their programs as far as food goes. She said they have a couple and they can talk to me about my goals so they get me on the right program and I’m going to try it. The difference for me is feeling that now it is a necessity. That for a while my appearance was acceptable to all and that’s fine and they think I’m pretty, or curvy, or rubenesque (sp?), or gorgeous but did it get me the kind of work I wanted? Nope. What will? perhaps a different kind of confidence. A different kind of energy, a different goal, a different drive a better reason to get up. Maybe the stakes are higher now, or my intentions are clearer, or where I am in life and where I have been are all adding up to now and I finally get it. Well, maybe at least I think I get it.
After I talk with Curves girls tomorrow, and they are closed monday I will go in next tue/thur/sat
They want 3 days 30 minutes a day. When i went yesterday my heart rate definately got up there and today i’m sore. On my other days I think I’ll go swimming in our pool, or for a walk with Cleveland or do my windsor pilates. I’m thinking about finding a dance studio to take some more ballet classes at to keep on top of my basic skills etc and I’ve been throwing around the idea of taking a new style of martial arts. All in all, I think this will all be good.
I may even take pictures and post them – MAYBE. For some reason if I post pics then the stakes get higher for me and you to see a difference. And I want to journal about how i feel, and any changes in inches I lose and what not. I don’t know if i’ll do that journalling here, but I will for sure post updates, maybe even measurements – again it ups the stakes. And if I have more people out there who know about it, then they may be in support of me.
Houston there is no problem, but we are altering our approach.
Settling in
The Short Story:
We hated the apartment we were going to move into, so we didn’t. We found a new apartment to our liking, though it is not 2 bedrooms, it is only one, is fairly large and we LOVE it there already.
The Long Story:
We left thursday August 16th from Santa Maria at 10:30am and arrived in Vista at our new Apartment Complex (Mill Creek Apts) at 3:15. We told them we would be there between 3pm and 4pm, guess what time the clock on the window of the office said they’d return . . . that’s right 4pm. She apparently took her lunch at 3pm – lovely, great start.
She arrives, Angela (we had the first time there met with Emily, we already like Emily better) sorry about the wait bla bla bla, printing the, lease while its printing lets go do our walk through. Around the building, down the sidewalk and up the stairs parallel to view of dead land entered unit 160 and were both stumped.
The floors were stained, the lanloleum (sp?. . .the kitchen floor) was ripped and she wrote it down, then tried to rip it off, but tore it more then asked Jeff if he had a knife on him…………..um – you don’t want to replace the floor for us? The patio was stained in black and brown as if someone used it for a dumpster for years……………..um you don’t want to paint that? or CLEAN IT??. The sliding closet doors that hide where the washer and dryer would go (if we had one, and we could’ve rented one, and they also have laundry on site) were broken, painted over poorly and pieces were missing so it squeeked near the top and ratted (sp?) the floor out at the bottom………………..um you don’t want to fix that before you try to move someone in??? The paint looked dirty on the walls, and as we looked closer it looked like dust and maybe even mold, or grease, or just plain mud was on the walls and it was painted over leaving a terrible puke colored tint………um didn’t you clean the walls before painting them? – I guess they don’t do that here. The blinds were warped and bended and some were missing………….are you kidding me with that. And of course, the floor plan was different. The way the fire place was set up made the living room much smaller and awkward – where are we supposed to put the furniture without blocking the door or fire place? – – – – – We’d like to look at the demo room again. So we did, THIS was the floor plan we agreed to, THIS was the cleanliness we agreed to, THIS was the hallway and paint job we agreed to, THIS had the cupboards inside the bathroom not in the hallway, making a smaller space to get through said hallway. Her answer to everything was either It must not have been available, or it doesn’t come with that, some are different. We went back upstairs to view the apartment we hated, and asked her to give us somet time to talk amongst ourselves (our movers were there, Eric L’Heureux [best man at our wedding] and Jeff’s brother Daniel) At the same time we looked at eachother and said “I don’t want to live here” There was no A/C either, that’s a lie – there was a wall unit on the floor – by the fire place. . . No light structures in the bedrooms, nor ceiling fans. Have I mentioned that Vista is about 20 degrees HOTTER at all times, and muggy as well than the Central Coast – I’d like some air circulation please. Thanks have a great day. We decided to not live there, went down stairs told Angela everything that displeased us (well *I* did, I like to do that sort of thing) and that we were going to leave my car and our moving truck there while we searched for another apartment. Did they really charge people $1,110 a month for this? Yes, and my response was “then they don’t know any better, but we do.” The four of us got into L’Heureux’s car and were off.
Our first stop was the next best place (Early in July when we decided to apply at Mill Creek, we almost decided to apply at Soft Wind Point but they were a bit more expensive). It was only a few miles away we got there, no two bedrooms available. His name was Geoffrey and he was 6’7″ and funny, they had air conditioning in their building so we stayed a bit to see what else we could think of. After telling him the brief run down he asked if we had tried other places, and started naming them off – but no, we hadn’t he was about to give us some places to go to when his co-working yelled out a number to him and Geoffrey stood up, grabbed keys and said lets go take a look at it. Baffled, we stood and all 4 of us went to take a look. Didn’t know if it was going to be a one bedroom or two bedroom, no idea. Two bedroom, two bathroom. New carpet, new paint, new everything in the kitchen, new ceiling fans. Looked VERY clean, we liked it. $1,230 . Oops, our budget is no more than $1,175. It may seem only a few dollars more but when you are also paying your own water, trash, gas and electric, gas to SDSU 3 times a week, him going to work, me going to work and maybe to auditions…..we need to stick to our budget. He said he’d give us a few minutes to think about it and left. We like, this we knew. We couldn’t afford it – so lets see if we can look at a one bedroom. As long as its fairly large, it will work. …..Do you have any one bedrooms available, not til September 15, WELL that won’t work, we only have the truck til saturday. =) How bout a 2bed/1 bath, not till August 28th. Again – woops! Then the Geoffrey guy started calling all these different apartment complexes to see if they had anything. It was now after 5pm, and most rental offices are closed by now. He sent us to Shadowridge Heights.
We arrived at 5:25, Hello Annabella my name is Aiyani and this is my husband Jeff. We tell her the story on how we got there and decide to look at both a 1bed/1bath, and a 2bed/2bath. We actually fell in love with the 1bed/1bath. Big living room with a patio and storage place. HUGE kitchen for an apt, never seen anything like it in an apartment NEVER. Pretty big, and I may venture to say Gigantic bedroom, in comparison to other one bedroom apts we had seen in our lives. Windows and blinds were clean and all in tact. 2 windows in the bedroom, one in the bathroom (yay!) a ceiling fan in the dining room and ceiling fan in the bedroom. New carpet, and you can smell the fresh paint (not too terribly strong, you can just tell though) Then we looked at the 2 bedroom, and actually liked the one bedroom better having not listened to any of the prices yet. MOVE IN SPECIAL. Deposit is only $199 instead of $500. $30 credit check (total for both, not each) And prorate to move in mid august is $710. We also would get $300 off first months rent (first FULL month, so in september) AND if we sign a six month lease they will knock off $100 per month for the length of the lease. We filled out our applications, and she needed payment stubs and proof of student loan approval which we had. . . in the moving truck. . . at Mill Creek. We will bring them tomorrow! We shake hands we leave, we go to dinner with Daniel and L’Heureux goes home to Allison, his wife.
Pat & Oscars pizza, you want and need the breadsticks for sure and now of course – where do we sleep tonight? L’Heureux had called his friend James’ parents because they have a guest bedroom and asked if we could stay there. They’d never met me but they knew Jeff from before so it was okay. We got there, took our eyes out (our contacts) and went sleep.
8:30am Friday August 17th. We get up, and head over to Shadowridge Heights with our payment stubs and student loan approval sheets and walk in. Good morning Annabella. She takes copies of our papers, sits down and says “Ok, what time do you want to move in”. Holding breath for a minute. . .”is that it? – I’ll take it!” We laughed and said, what time would be best? She said 11:30am because she needs to get the lease prepared and take care of a few things. We stand up, we shake hands we leave. We go to breakfast at IHOP, we go to Target to get a couple necessities, we go to the bank. Hello bank person we need to put this money for this apartment back in our account, we didn’t end up moving there, and then we need to get another money order. Fine, fun dandy. 11:40 we show up and sign papers, do a walk through – I take before pictures at 12:50pm and the unloading of the truck began at 12:55pm.
And the unloading lasted until 4:45
16 Foot moving truck. L’Heureux was able to help and so was Allison, brother Daniel had to work. But it all got upstairs. There isn’t anyroom for a couch, so its good that we didnt’ move with one – Jeff’s parents graciously offered to buy us one when we were ready. There is room to walk in the door and turn right to go out to the patio, or left and around to go the bathroom or bedroom. The unpacking was for another time.
We went to Target one more time for a shower curtain liner, some scissors, a gallon of milk and a half gallon of ice cream (necessities necessities. . . ) Went home, and showered. Sat outside at our bistro table with our water and powerade, sporting tank tops and shorts and talked about the last two days.
The night ended in going to Linens N Things to pick out dishes (the ones we got were discontinued and we couldn’t complete the set) and I lined a couple cupboards. We slept on the mattress without the frame and watched the last episode of LOST Season 2 before falling asleep.
We have arrived in Vista, Safely. =) Keep in Touch all
Here we come, or There we go
We leave in 9 days. My goodness time is flying. I’ve accomplished so much this year, and I know it would have been impossible without Cleveland and my siblings (and their spouses) and my mommie and my dadda n Terry. I know that Miss Elzon and Anna Ashford have changed my life. I know that the people I got along with at PCPA will keep in touch here and there but for the most part I chose to be the outcast, it worked out for me – and them I think to be that person. It kept our relationship where I needed it to be. And for that I am thankful.
Our wedding was the most fun I’ve had since I dont’ know when. It was “performed” like a play complete with tickets in the invitation, a playbill as the program and a fantastic sound design by of course – my new Mr. People were requesting the soundtrack even. It made people laugh and cry, and my friends with babies could all be there. It was great. I wouldn’t want any of them for a moment think their children could not come, it is just as important to have their family with them as it was for me to have them there (if that makes sense) It even started on time, like a good show! Complete with a “sit down shut up” the “please turn off your cell phones and other electronic devices . . . ” in the voice of kermit the frog. The precessional and name of the play was “Somebody’s Getting married” from the Muppets take Manhattan, there was music under most of the ceremony – a lovely touch, and the funnest sound effects ever to move the show along and keep the audience interested. The food provided by Pacific Harvest Catering was PERFECT and the wine we purchased kept flowing all night. Kevin did wonderful as our Ceremony playback operator and DJ for the wedding complete with skarieokie – of course!!!!!. Cory (my big brother-ish, known him for 20 years) played the role of officiant, marvelous! All the parents looked great, the cast and crew looked great I felt great, Cleveland looked SOOOOOO handsome, I am so in love with him. It’s such an amazing feeling. It makes me laugh to think of Kaza asking me if I thought I was in love because it was convenient. That perhaps I thought I was in love because she was getting married and my sister was getting married and it was all happening so fast and bla bla bla. Well if by convenient she means good timing – sure, I’ll take it! He has made this life of mine complete. I am the most comfortable, the most happy and the most ready to move forward then I have ever been – EVER. It is so freeing, truly.
Relay for life went over VERY well. Our team the Re-Castaways won some fun prizes for walking the farthest. Over 100,000 steps. The next team was somewhere around 13,000 steps behind us. Its always fun to be apart of this and at the same time it can always be so sad. To see names of people who have fought to live makes me feel like this world is full of strong people and heroes are truly among us. And to see the names of those who have lost their battle make me feel so small and insignificant. That my small amount of money raised couldnt’ possibly help – but it does. It always does. I look forward to many more years of walking and raising money for the American Cancer Society, and I thank BrightEyes for bringing me into this world of surviving and fighting.
My sister Summer and I threw our sister-in-law Jenn (smurfs wife) a baby shower this last saturday. Well sister did most of it, I made some food and did what she told me to do. Sister is SOOOOOO good at throwing fun parties like this. The invites are always cute, the menu is always perfect, there’s always pictures and games and it all seems so well planned and perfect and fun. She should do this for a living for SURE. She threw me a WAY COOL oriental themed Bridal Shower and threw Jenn a quanit Tea Time baby shower. Such good ideas, so creative, so wonderful.
We have been packing a little everyday, so we’re good on timing. The truck is reserved, the apartment is ready for us in Vista (approx 40 minutes from San Diego Im’ told). My last day at the green apron (til I transfer) is this friday, we’re having a moving sale/yard sale at my mommies in AG on saturday. Monday we drive down to SD for his orientation on Tuesday at SDSU, then drive back. We pick up and pack up our truck on the 15th then leave on the 16th.
Once there and we get settled in I can audition for tons of theatre in San Diego, and I can start auditioning for TV and Film again through Cavaleri & Associates (my agent), eventually the goal is to be with CAA (Creative Artists Agency) =)
Thank you to everyone who reads this because I know you do it out of support. From living with Antoan in Burbank in 2003-2004 you have helped me financially, emotionally and mentally. Through 3 years of Sporting The Green Apron, tons of musical theatre and dance shows, Two Years of PCPA with 6 days a week of classes and rehearsal – you have been here. You did not expect anything from me, you wished me well. Thank you for that. Thank you for accepting me through my path over these past few years. It has been wonderful reading about you and your weddings, and the birth of your children and your birthday parties and your Haiku’s and One Sentence a day, and motorcycle license certification,and half way around the world with Jayme and Tyler. I will continue to read about your life, as you continue to write it out and I will continue to keep you updated on my life; on our lives as we step forward.
I feel nervous and scared and excited, but it all feels good.
Nobody Reads This, Chapter Three
For you or for me
I’m actually a very happy person.
I’m actually a very sad person.
I’m actually a very stressed person.
I’m actually a very successful person.
I’m actually a very satisfied person.
I’m actually a very sick person.
I’m actually a very dimented person.
I’m actually a very determined person.
I’m actually a very exagerative person.
I’m actually a very humble person.
I’m actually a very noble person.
I’m actually a very quiet person.
And there will always be more than what you see. We’re just humans, right? I mean – does it really matter if we state who we are or aren’t. If we admit to our wrongs and rights. People want you to fess up if you are wrong before X amount of witnesses and then ask for forgiveness, but they want you to keep quiet and to yourself if you’re right because that would make you pompous, or self righteous. They want you to be determined but sensitive to all your surroundings, so getting caught up in the ultimate goal though that IS what they want, they want you to do it in a way that is receieved and likable to everyone else. They want you to be quick and efficient, but not a show-off of your skills. And at the end of the day it doesn’t even matter. Your boss does not have the deciding factor if you are going to hell or heaven, or if you have chicken or beef for dinner tonight. You are nice to them because you either like them, you tolerate them for the money, or you are trying to not burn yourself by screwing with the network of people you know that may need to give you the good report later on in life. So you go to work, you go to school, you teach, you preach, you learn, you burn your alloted calories at the gym and any excess “steam” you may have acquired for the day, then you go home to be who you “actually” are. And for who? Your husband or wife? Your girlfriend? Your mom? Your Dad? Your roommate? You new boytoy, your new best friend – are you even who you “actually” are then???? Does THAT even matter? Yes when a door closes another opens but who the hell cares if you like it where you are and who you are with? Why does it matter that you have one personality for work that is driven, another that is quiet at the bars and another for all your online gaming and chat rooms or to even find all those ‘friends’ here on myspace, or in livejournal or anywhere for that matter? Why pretend for someone else? Because their opinion, though you say it doesn’t matter – does. You actually do care “I’m actually a very insecure person” Or maybe not – could be dead wrong, and thats okay cause no one really reads this.
You know, one of my best friends in my life I met in the summer of ’98. We used to say “we fell in love in the summer of ’98” We did shows together, we did 3 shows together in 2000 and I moved into her place after playing lesbians creating a murmur in the crowd or our sexuality, and no – we actually both like boys. We lived together and were inseperable it seemed. Where one was surely the other was not far behind perhaps putting on the lipstick, or checking the hair one more time or making sure our toe nails were painted. We knew each others every move and sometimes she just knew when something was wrong with me that day. They called her “spooky” in high school for that (no we didnt’ go to school together) but it worked. And she was somehow my savior. Then I moved away to pursue acting in film, and she went away to pursue theatre and we kept in touch still. ALOT. emails, text messages phone messages didn’t matter the hour what mattered was our love and friendship for one another. Then she got engaged, I met him we all lived together briefly when they moved back, then I went to school and moved to be closer to school – and thats when it began. I was in school 6 days a week and then was hired on for the summer selection at PCPA and the maid of honor for my sisters wedding at full speed ahead with this other wedding for my dearest friend. . . That’s when the “who are you actually” started to come up. That’s when the separation began, the confusion and the realization. She became someone different. I became someone different. We didn’t speak the same language anymore, all that happened were drawn out conversations on who was right or wrong, who wasn’t communicating or who dropped the ball, and EVERY time it seemed to be me – at least to her it did. So much that when I couldn’t go to her bachelorette party in Vegas and then was told what a disappointment I was for that, and how bridesmaids don’t do that much less a good friend – that I actually stood up for myself and said I was tired of being blamed and being called the disappointment that she removed me from her wedding party. And she didn’t even have the courage to call me or see me face to face – she typed a note and pasted it into a card:
August 23, 2006
Dear Aiyani,
Your actions and most recently your reactions to the latest miscommunications have shown us all your true colors.
You’ve expressed that trying to balance the biggest day of my life with all that is going on in your life is difficult for you. I understand this – we’re all very busy. However, there is an etiquette and a certain “standard” that goes along with being a bridesmaid much less a good friend.
After much careful thought and heartbreaking deliberation, David and I have decided that it is best to remove unnecessary stress and potential drama from our day of celebration as well as from the final 2 weeks leading up to it. Sadly, right now you represent both.
Therefore, I believe it’s in the best interest of all of us that you step down from your position in our bridal party.
I hope that someday you will understand.
Kaz
It took me a few days to commit to my response, sending her a card back with a typed message seemed to be the only thing she would understand, then it became emails and yes I kept copies of all of them so one day I could reminisce and laugh, cry or burn them if I wanted to. Then I saw her in November 2006 and we spoke and I didn’t apologize but we spoke for about 45 minutes and even ended on a hug and a “I’d like to talk somemore” sort of thing. But as I thought and thought about it, I knew it would never be the same. I’d always have to tread carefully to make sure I didn’t upset her again because as we established earlier – it always seemed to be my fault. But you know what?……I really started to get over it. Not over the loss, she was one of my dearest friends whom changed my life in some many ways, someone I learned a great deal from but this back and forth of fault and drama – I was over it. I didn’t need it anymore. It became fake and I had to try to hard to make her happy, that’s not a good relationship.
I’m actually a very bitter person
I’m actually a very drama driven person
I’m actually a very drama free zone kind of person
I’m actually a very civil person
I’m actually a very talented person
I’m actually a very patient person
I’m actually a very loyal person.
The last I heard she was pregnant with twins – No, not really.
the last I heard, was nothing. She had contacted my sister or something and I emailed her and asked her to not contact my family or me. But we have some of the same friends, some of them chose her, some of them chose me, some of them are just trying to be friends with the both of us. Sometimes I even think its going to be okay.
I’m actually a very optomistic person.
I’m actually a very pessamistic person.
I’m actually a very self-conscious person.
I’m actually a very loud person.
There are people that come into our lives and change it all up. They shake it up and all the pieces land in a different place and a new adventure begins with trying to put the pieces back together, but the thing is – why? Why bother trying to make the pieces go back to the way they were, why not see what else comes of the pieces of your life. People will always go in and out of them, and sometimes its a shocker and sometimes its for the best.
Do I regret my time with Kaza? No
Do I long for the “old days”? Sometimes
Do I wish we could reconcile? I’m not sure.
I’m not sure I know anyone who wants to relive a heartbrake just to see if the scars are strong enough to sustain a new one. Nor am I sure I’d bother given the chance. There are things in my life that I am sure of now, and there are things in my life that are still shaky.
I’m actually a very honest person
I’m actually a very ethical person.
What I know is that I’m actually someone of many colors, and at any given moment they could change and that really can be for the better as much as it could be for the worse. I know that I love my husband and I love my family and I would die for any of them. What I know are the friends I’ve had since I was 12 were all in my wedding, and only 1 from PCPA made it. What I know is many fellow Starbucks fellows were there for the show and what I’m happy about is that my wedding was not the “biggest day of my life” it was just the prologue for the next book, and its okay that some people couldn’t make it, and its okay that we had walk ups to join in the festivities, and its okay that some people didn’t get invited at all. There was no drama within any friendships or relationships. There was joy.
I’m actually a very content person.
I’m actually a very scared person.
I’m actually a very inquisitive person.
I’m actually a very indecisive person
It doesn’t matter who you are, if you are doing it for someone else.
You matter to someone else, if you are actually who you are.
I’m actually a very specific person.
I’m actually a very. . .
and counting down.
T – 4 days
Yes little last minute stuff
excited to wear my rings
staying at the Carlton in Atascadero sat night, yay and to disneyland on sunday (but unfortunately Cleveland doesn’t get to go, he has to work) I’m going with Ro, Antoan and Mentor. yay
renn fair is apparently next weekend, and I told mark and stephanie i would go, having never been. if you know directions please tell me – thank you. I know its in slo by cuesta I can’t say that really helps me….the directionally impaired on occasion.
how are you?
Brain. Ready-Set…..Set
Wedding.
One girl didn’t get her costume (yes I call it that) ordered, not her fault stores fault.
One girl was sent the wrong top (again, stores fault she totally ordered the right one)
Haven’t heard status of Ro’s costume or SK’s costume.
The yard sale we made over $1200 so that was helpful for wedding funds
by the way this is happening on July 14 which puts us in at 16 day countdown.
I’m actually not stressed.
Meanwhile I’ve been packing us up, we move to Carlsbad/Vista area in mid August, he starts at SDSU end of august. Then we move to Irvine ( i believe) he wants to attend UCI for his masters in sound design.
I’m hungry.
I haven’t seen my friends in a while. That’s a lie I spent time with Kevin last week (Kevin Novoa). But that’s it. I saw Daaaaana last week!!!! That was fun, hadn’t seen her in ( I think we decided on) two years. EW
I get to see Kitten and Peanut (and sometimes Scott) almost every week. I got to see many of my friends at my Bridal Shower on June 16th, so really I’m a liar, I’m just a princess and want to see my friends WAY more often than once in a while.
Relay 4 life this weekend. Come to Santa Rosa Park in SLOville to play.
His best friend is getting married next weekend 7/7/07 (that by the way was the weekend I had planned to marry John Mayer when I fell in love with him in August 2002. He was invited to the wedding, but I think he’s really upset that I’m actually going through with it, so he hasn’t RSVP’d but I’ll try calling him later to check in.
A better post soon I’m sure, one where I ramble the way I do and people get offended or I get an applause.
k, bye
Aiyani Mersai 