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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 3, 2012 14:47:21 GMT -5
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 3, 2012 14:48:30 GMT -5
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 3, 2012 14:53:56 GMT -5
Ugh. That pretty much sums up today. I think it's safe to say that my nearly spotless record of never getting sick has finally came to an end. I hate being sick. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
But on the bright side, Micah has been incredibly sweet about the whole thing. Who fucking knew? I like this boy a lot more than I should. Part of me is still waiting for shit to hit the fan. It always does, doesn't it?
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 3, 2012 20:09:46 GMT -5
Quick Note To Self: You are never ever ever ever eating Thai food again. Think of it as the exboyfriend from high school. You loved him, he was no good for you. Listen to the awful Taylor Swift song and tell him/it that you are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together.... like ever.
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 4, 2012 11:52:49 GMT -5
So day like, four, of being sick. I don't get it at all. It will just come at random times. I usually feel better afterwards, but it's weird as fuck. Certain foods I LOVED make me feel ill. I CAN'T EVEN DRINK MY MOCHAS ANYMORE! Ugh.
Better news though, wrote some new lyrics. 'You say the sweetest things, and I can't stop my heart from singing along to the sound of your song. My stupid feet keep moving. In this 4/4 beat, I'm in time with you. In this 4/4 beat I would die for you.'
Naturally there was inspiration for that. We'll see where the rest of the lyrics go. I'm a stupid fool when it comes to this boy, I swear.
~Jasey Maire
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 6, 2012 13:46:54 GMT -5
The past few days have been crazy! Good news is, I didn't get food poison from the Thai place I love. Bad news is, apparently Micah and I weren't careful enough in our sexcapades. Yep, I'm fucking pregnant. Micah was totally awesome about the whole thing, all things considered. I kind of expected him to freak out and claim it wasn't his. I guess part of me is still waiting for that to happen...
I don't know. This is all too weird. I'm just going to go curl up, cry, then sleep some more.
~Jasey Maire
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 10, 2012 9:46:11 GMT -5
Wow, It's been a while since I've written in here, hasn't it? Well I'll take the time to catch you up, since I've apparently neglected you and I actually have the time to do it. It's doctor official that I am pregnant, and by now I'm about 16 weeks a long. Give or take a week, the doctor said. The last doctor's appointment that I went to, Micah and I got to see the baby, as perusal, but this time... it actually looked like a fucking baby.... a really really really really tiny one... but a baby nonetheless. How the hell is that thing growing inside of me? It's crazy!
Anyway. We've found out that we're having a boy. I guess I'm actually getting pretty damn excited for it, all things considered. I was shopping the other day for some bigger pants... because damn it if I can't hardly squeeze into mine any more which is a bit frustrating,
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 10, 2012 9:48:31 GMT -5
but anyway. I found myself over in the baby section... everything is tiny, and small, and adorable. It's scary really. I'm scared to death over this whole thing, but excited as well.
Unfortunately, Micah and I haven't really gotten to talk much about it. We had one great night after finding out we were having a boy. I stayed at his place, which is a fucking scary place, mind you. Gun shots when off several times, and he wouldn't let me leave his apartment with out him. Not even to stand in the hallway. I think that says something about the place right there, considering most of the time I, foolishly of course, leave my apartment unlocked. I really don't like the fact he lives there... I actually asked him to stay with me, after all is that really a place we'd want out baby to go one day?
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 10, 2012 9:54:50 GMT -5
he acted uninterested at first, but then eventually he agreed to. Of course that never happened because a few nights ago, Micah and I got into this huge fight. He came to mine, all beat up and shit. Of course this started a fight. Now don't get me wrong, I'm glad he stood up for the kid... but wasn't there other ways to handle it? Of course there were. I sometimes feel like he just likes to fight, to fight. I told him he had anger issues, and it launched us into this huge fight that ended with him leaving, and slamming the door behind him. I tried to call him and stuff, but he never answered, and later that night I found his phone smashed down the hall from my apartment door.
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Post by jasey marie simmons on Nov 10, 2012 9:56:07 GMT -5
I've not heard from him in days.... and I'm a little crushed. Okay, a lot crushed. And very worried. What if I've ruined this all? What if he's off somewhere deciding that he doesn't want to do this anymore, especially not with me? I can't raise a child on my own... and I sure as hell don't want to be one of those people who has to ask permission to take my child somewhere because I have to have joint-shared custody with Micah... who hates me. You know, what I'm saying? I just wish he'd call and talk to me... or just let me know somehow what he's thinking. I've not really felt up to doing anything since this whole thing happened, ha. I've checked Starbucks a few times, but heard nothing from him.... I'm just not really sure what else to do...
~Jasey Maire
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