Hey, so lifesgarbage.com is back and all.

I rarely post in this thing these days, not since Tim vanished without a trace ( Read more... )

Distancing myself at the post office, staying back, it's a game I've grown fond of, despite hating it. He looks and he smiles, and I say nothing. I say nothing and it deters him, I think. It makes him confused ( Read more... )

I don't like going to La Senza with Heather for only one certain reason. Whenever I buy myself a new bra - whether hot or not - she likes you raise her voice and ask if it's for the TIMberwolf ( Read more... )

Wow, crying strait for an entire hour. If there was anything on my list of talents that I didn't think would ever be there, it was so entirely that.

"Did you drink the rest of the vodka?"

"Yeah."

"What! Didn't you get drunk?"

"No."

"What the fuck, because I couldn't find it and I was talking to Lacey, and she was all like, "If Rebecca drank it I'm going to beat her."

"Ha ha ha."

"So I took all the rest of the rum."

"Okay, that's fine."

"You stupid."

No, I'm not pregnant. It's just a bad stomach-ache that I woke up with this morning, that is coaxing me to throw up my coffee, except that I don't want to, as I only have one mug's worth left of International Delight and I really don't want to waste it ( Read more... )

I'm seriously going on a huge burning spree - seeing that yesterday I went out and discovered that my new badass computer and burn an entire disc in only THREE MINUTES - and now there is a police car in front of the house that will not go away.

Do the cops actually ARREST you for this kind of thing?

Steve's such a sneaky guy. He used my cat as a subject in a photo taken in MY house without my knowledge.


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