"we can't do this anymore, because.."

over the past few weeks, my life has reached an all time high of fucked-up. i won't mention names, or specific situations, due to the intense nature of this issue, but once i finish writing the chapter in my book about it, it'll be available on iTunes for $1.99. just to make this a cliff hanger, when ce told their grandfather about it, this was the response:
ce's grampa: NO!
ce: YES
ce's grampa: NO!
ce: YES!
ce's grampa: THIS IS LIKE DAYS OF OUR LIVES SHIT!

i told michael mueller that i hate my life, and he was like "well it wouldn't be rosie's awkward life if you didn't..."

oh, in case you didn't know, i got a kitten. his name is august and i only have eyes for him (and dakota). yesterday bekah was trying to flirt with this guy at the next table over from us at chipotle, so we decided to write him a note that said "the girl with the dreadlocks only has eyes for you" with her number and facebook, but that was a tiny bit too creepy for our taste, so we changed it to "the girl with the dreadlocks hopes you get better soon!" because he was wearing a cast. by the time we handed him the note, bekah had already dashed out of chipotle and made it to the car, but he saw her like trying to break in, so it was just even weirder. this is my life.