4:31am, and I'm on a stake out

FYI:
I've decided to stop writing about Mr.OZ, his "Shiny New Toy", or any of his "friends". Apparently my REAL friends are bored, and want to read something else.
And as far as the "Ozians" as I will now refer to them, they just cause me strife. Hahaha, i live 50 miles away, yet i'm still letting people get to me. I mean, i'm living my dream! I'm about to move into a cute little studio, right downtown, im going to start school, i have amazing friends, a few prospective boys.. things look good, and i'm wading through the sludge of my past? That's not realistic.

So it's official.
I'm over it.

When ANYONE is ready for a MATURE relationship,
you can call me.
And i'll buzz you up to my new apartment,
and we will have mimosa's and be glamourous.
until then,
you're DEAD.
So don't talk to me,
till you get a life.

*ahem*
Whirlwinds of change just grazed my life.
I think "Stakeout" By freezepop explains it pretty well.

Angel is finally seeing things from my point of view.
I gained a little "comfort weight" over the past few weeks,
but i'll loose it soon enough.
Other than the extremely embarassing,
yet fantastic, incident last night,
things are looking good.

It feels good to smile.
And it feels good to know that i came out on top.
After ALL the BULLSHIT,
and the assholes,
and the jealous haters,
and the fat and ugly people,
and the family,
and the "frienemies",
and the junkies,
and the drug dealers,
and the administration,
and the EX's,
and the BF's,
and the GF's,
and the drugs...

I feel it.
I came out on top.
And bitches,
It feels DAMN good.

♥!!!
Matty B.