SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2003: 1000 HITS AND MOREON MAVERICK
The 1000th hit came from IP address 68.116.165.# , from somewhere in the East side of the US or the West side of South America. Woo-hoo!

OMG, ITS PARIS HILTON! I couldn't have chosen a better film at random. The untalented, completely skanky Paris Hilton is like, so totally cool. Being a socialite with Daddy's fortune just facinates me. And the fact that she seems to think that she can get away with anything.
So far, she is a TERRIBLE actor, but at least she is letting them take the piss out of her lifestyle! Yeay!

So, onto Maverick. One incident that I remember clearly from towards the end of the relationship was when I was driving his car. He was meant to be at work. Annabelle and myself were taking Missy out to Explorer Mall when my mobile rang. It was Maverick, yelling his stupid head off me because he needed me to drive him to cricket and was angry because I wasn't sitting at home, on my fat arse waiting for him. Yes, that was it. I was a 'mole' because he had to go to cricket and I should have been there. Needless to say he had not told me that he had to go to cricket, so why would I be waiting for him?
So he insulted me, called me a 'mole' of all things (that was bad enough in high school, but as an adult?) and told me if I didn't get the car back he would call the police and report it stolen. And all because I wasn't sitting at home waiting to take his orders. What was I mean to do? Not leave the house unless he asked told me to and be able to read minds? Argh, why did I take it?
I know where he gets it from. His damned mother. I was with Maverick on my 21st birthday. Because I was pregnant dinner was in order intead of a big night out on the booze. I wanted to dine at the Clover, however Maverick and his mother refused to come if we ate there because they recieved shoddy service. I wonder why? Well it could have something to do with the fact that his mother complained about getting an outter lettuce leaf, and that was unacceptable. She expected to have the centre of the damned thing. And that was the only thing that she had to complain about. Excuse me? Why not just tell them and they'd fix it? No, just refuse to go to someones dinner because of one damn lettuce leaf.
They must complain about everything because they also got a free night at the Hilton for complaining about their service!
As for my 21st, I think that I have talked about Maverick's present buying- or rather lack there of. Two days before my 21st birthday he won $1000, and spent it on marijuana. Then proceeded to tell me that he had no money to get me a gift. On the night of my dinner his parents gave me a nice necklace. They told me that they asked Maverick wether I prefered silver or gold, and he had no idea. That was his entire input into my gift, and then claimed it as his own because 'he didn't have the money'. Even his grandmother got me a nice pair of earrings. Arsehole.
As for my birthday, which I was sure that I wrote about here but cannot find an entry, that is when it all came crashing down and I gave it my last shot to make things work, but knew it was all over. I don't understand why I tried to make it work, he was a emotionally abusive and all the aforementioned stuff. I guess I was needy, and pathetic.

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