Since tonight is the first night that I've actually even been home, I decided I would catch up on my blogging.

Things with Jon are officially and completely over with, for good. There is absolutely no ifs, ands or buts about it. Even if I wanted to, theres no going back now.

My good friend Tyler Roberts has an older brother named Ricky. Well, Ricky and I had been joking around for a while about how we were going to hook up and blah blah blah. Anyways, one day while I was at Jon's, (because we were still thinking about getting back together, and atleast trying to be friends) he happened to go through my cellphone. After he saw all the text messages from Ricky, he snapped. And i mean, literally.

We were sitting beside each other on the bed, and he yelled, "What the fuck is this?!" He jumped off the bed, and as he did so, decided it would be his best idea to crank my cellphone across the room. I heard the cellphone smash into the wall, where it left a dent. The battery somehow unlocked itself from the back of the phone, and both pieces went flying in opposite directions. 

Then, Jon turned around to face me. His face was red, and he'd clenched his fists, which were shaking. I have never seen him so furious. 

He got right up in my face, cussing me out, telling me I was custy whore and this and that. When he seemed to be unable to come up with another insult, he decided to finish the arguement. He pulled his fist back, and swung right at me. His fist stopped maybe an inch from my jaw, and instead he decided to point right into my face, practically touching my nose.

"You are the biggest mistake of my life. You fucking dirty, custy, slutty cunt. You wasted 6 months of my life, and I refuse to let you waste another second. Get the fuck out."
He tried to make me leave without getting my cellphone back. As if that was happening. So he made me wait out in the hall until he found it. He opened the door, cranked the two pieces at me, and slammed the door.

Thats the last time I'll ever talk to him.

Friday was Tyler's surprise birthday party. I had so much fun, it was a great night. Ricky bought a 40 of Crown Royal and decided to share it with me, and obviously I didn't object.
haha, greeeaaaaaat night.

That was the 27th of June. By July 1st, Ricky asked me to be his girlfriend, and I'm happy to report that it's going preeeeetttty damn good so far.

Especially the part where he drives me everywhere, I love not having to take the bus.

(To go off topic, how in the world would I get "Back Door Deals" as a suggested tag for this blog?)

From Jon Peyton to Ricky Roberts. I don't understand myself sometimes.