So, I'm back.

I had a decent visit. I mean, it would be in poor taste to say I had a good time, considering the circumstances, but yeah that's that.

I saw my brother, Malcolm and his pair of diamond earrings (I don't think it's that big of a deal, but apparently it was like some family scandal for a second). But it was good to see him. It's ( Read more... )

So, even though I had a few plans this weekend ( Read more... )

I recently changed my MySpace interests box due to two emails with questionable requests... first off, here were my interests (sex, shaming my parents, not remembering what happened the night before, alcohol, objectifying men, shaking it, touching, drunken conversation, making out, cat fights, scoping guys, talking dirty, more sex ( Read more... )

The guy sitting next to me in my English class is hot because he has an Irish accent as thick as his hair.

I need sex.

That is all.

So um... I had an eventful weekend. Because I finally got plastered for the very first time. He's how the events transpired... and I'll try to keep it interesting...

Met Brian's girlfriend, Holly. Who makes me laugh.
Went to Michael's in Belmar for a bar-b-que ( Read more... )

I feel embarassed clogging your Friends pages with this, because it is absolute nadda when it comes to material. But here is a bullet point (but not actual bullet points because I don't know how to make those) breakdown of what has... or hasn't gone down ( Read more... )

Really good things can happen, but I find that they're always happening to other people.

My sister and her husband were here... it's still weird to think of my sister as being married, I mean, it wasn't too long ago that we were fighting over the front seat.

Went to the city today. It was the prettiest I'd ever seen it and all of a sudden I realized that soon, I won't be able to just go. I got lost in an art store, a five floor art ( Read more... )

Highlights of the day include:

A grilled cheese sandwich.
Watching Raising Victor Vargas.
New LJ layout.
Watching the trailer for Alfie.
Pez.
3 phone calls from people I hadn't seen in ages.

Perry... a young guy who goes to my mom's church in Florida, whom I haven't spoken too since I was last there. He said that he'd been meaning to call to ( Read more... )