-This journal shall be going on hiatus for a time.-

Not long, I promise. Just until I have the heart to write again.

Jesus Christ, I love him. And I'm going to miss him so much.

What kind of sick, fucked up humour does God have? The night before I go see Alan...I start my period. And for those of you who don't know, I have cysts, which equals really, really, really, really, really bad cramps. So now I get to feel all shitty tomorrow...fuuuck...

From an email Alan wrote to me ( Read more... )

Wow. I just saw a guy with the license plate 'LOWCARB'. How pathetic is that? Damn you, Atkins. I hope you're burning in hell right now.

Rahr. This must be how a cranky dinosaur feels. And I go Rahr again. Can't believe I woke up at fecking five AM ( Read more... )

So, um, yeah. Turns out Alan will be stationed at Camp Pendleton. In California ( Read more... )

Ah, what do I say now? I've had millions of thoughts flying through my head and now I'm not sure what to preserve in here. Well first off, I just had the best weekend of my life with A, no joke. I had so so so much fun and he makes me oh so happy. But all I keep doing is thinking about that and then about him leaving. And...I wish I knew what he's ( Read more... )

I have no trash can. Some filthy bastard at work stole my beloved trash can.

DuncanStarFox: Anywho, so I was on my way to work with Jason, right? It was his last day, see ( Read more... )

Fuck. I hate what I'm doing. It's going to kill me in the end. But I know I'm gonna do it anyway.