HERE I AM, AGAIN IN THIS CITY (journal) WITH A FISTFULL OF DOLLARS (monopoly money), AND BABY- YOU BETTER BELIEVE... I'M BACK ( Read more... )

I'm cured. I'm fairly certain I'm cured this time.

I really detest feeling this way.

I'm a silly, stupid little girl.

Mostly, as usual, I am totally confused! And that is irritating.

I suppose I'm more annoyed than anything right now.

It has a name.

Princess Blayza.

I just read something about the little 3 year old that was found dead wrapped in a garbage bag and duct taped. Yeah, old news. I know ( Read more... )

The most private thing I'm willing to admit here:

Well, I already outed myself as a Twilight fan. How much worse does it get?

It's true. It's so true. I can't help it. Love.

P.S.

I'm not cured.

Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in.

So I signed up for OKCupid ( Read more... )

You know what?

I think I've been cured!

I don't care!

I gotta get out of here.