I have been harassing Boy Wonder for two months now, literally begging him to get his uncle's autograph for me ( Read more... )

Yesterday I thought about climbing into a hot tub and soaking until I was nothing but pruned. Days before that, I noticed the uncontrollable crying not only triggered by any sort of sentimental long distance commercial, but just because I found myself alone with my thoughts. Week before that, I was snipping at anyone who looked my way and flashing ( Read more... )

Now that my fear of the draft has been assuaged by both Chrisisharcore and Mr. Saxby Chambliss himself (or a minion thereof) I am free to devote my time to other matters ( Read more... )

So everything with my grandma is fine- the news was nothing but excellent. As long as she behaves herself, everything should be fine ( Read more... )

Unfortunately I only seem to update primarily when I have bad news, but ( Read more... )

I am not crazy ( Read more... )

Yesterday around 8 o'clock, Ronald and I decided to drive to Mexico and get married ( Read more... )

( This is a very unhappy entry. )

I am in Birmingham.
Also known as Boringham.

Fortunately I have cable, Blockbuster, the new issue of Nylon, and five books to keep me company.

I wrote a poem just now:

I woke up this morning,
threw up,
took MARTA to GSU,
aced my Intro to Rel. final,
ate some pita and saltines,
and threw up again.I have this gastrointestinologist appointment on Tuesday in Birmingham, and hopefully he'll figure out what's wrong with my stomach ( Read more... )