Gotta go eat dinner.

I'm still alive. Getting a tattoo next week.

And I'm a little nervous right now (as the shaking mouse indicates), as Robert had to take a test today, and if he doesn't pass he can't come home for Christmas. Most of me is sure I have nothing to worry about. This is his element. But I'm still worried. Don't know why.

I'll tell ( Read more... )

Johnny is a spaz.

Brandy is talking on her phone.

Jason is cool.

Kent is still as large as an oak tree.

Loki and Saul both humped me.

I got to talk to Stephen for a couple seconds.

Cherri is a whiner.

And I have been propositioned for sex by almost all of my best friends.

Life is good.

I'll write more later.

Still home. Miss Robert. Can't talk to him again until Friday or Saturday. Going to pick him up next Thursday.

Christmas is already next week. I didn't notice.

No one's called me.

I have a lump on my ass. I wonder if it's normal for it to have teeth. (Okay, not really. No ass-lump. Moving on)

I already wrapped my presents. So now I'm bored.

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Firstly, there was a girl from one of the communities I growled about. I'd left an angry message (which, considering the cirumstances, was actually pretty nice), and got some girl telling me, in short, "get fucked." So I ousted her. Apparently, according to another girl who decided to come into my journal simply because I said not to, this shows ( Read more... )

Okay. You know, I was going to hold this back, because my friend Naomi is involved in what I'm about to rant about, but I can't hold it back any longer.

Naomi, I know you're in one (or is it two?) communities like that Pinkalicious one, and I want you to know that the following rant is about the other girls in those communities. Not you. You know  ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas. Have fun with this, if that is in fact possible. And by the way, I stole this from Apolonia, who is just one more in my harem of people I miss.

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think ( Read more... )

My friend Lauren gave me cereal. I can eat now.

I am so fucking excited and hyped for going home next week. December kicks ass.

See, I'm excited for Christmas, sure, but not for the presents. I already know what I'm getting.

Christmas, for me, is about the feeling in the air and the honoring of beloved family rituals, and even those kickass Publix ( Read more... )

...I was going to write this whole, creative entry in story-form about how important Robert is to me, but I think I'll just say this:

Robert is my shelter, my home, in a world where it is not certain that one will find happiness, will find warmth or comfort. Every time I have to let him go, I feel as if I'm being thrown back into a world that ( Read more... )

Everything's cool at home, but I'm tense, and I'm kind of grumpy. I have to swallow my pride. Again.

This time, I'm squaring my shoulders back and biting the bullet for the sake of peace in the family. With people I can't stand. Joy.

See, remember the ungrateful cousin (UC)? Yeah, well, that argument, as you saw, was in May. I went and saw everyone ( Read more... )

Sorry. I get to go home today.

*does a little dance, makes a little love, gets down tonight*

You know, in celebration, I have this heavy need to play Heroes of Might and Magic....

And I crave waffles...

Oh God, I'm pregnant. QUICK! QUICK! SOMEONE PUNCH ME IN THE STOMACH!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*whew*....lighten up, everyone. Have a party ( Read more... )