I HAVE NOT BEEN TRULY UPSET IN MONTHS. MONTHS. SO WHY, WHY GOD DOES SHE CHOOSE CHRISTMAS FUCKING EVE TO START IN ON ME?

"It hurts me that you don't want to move to Chicago, back to me, back to Us, YOUR FAMILY"
"I don't need to be guilted right now, Ma."
"I'm not guilting you, besides, its clear that guilt doesn't effect you, anyway."

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"If I were to meet Patrick Stewart I would just say, 'Can I have your babies?'"
HAHAHAHAHA
"No, Really, 'Patrick Stewart, could you just take a weekend... and nail my wife? I want to raise your babies'"

GOD I love my husband.

I'm pretty fucking violent in my writing. I'm pretty sure of what I think sometimes ( Read more... )

I don't really have anything to say. Regular life--- is kinda boring and kinda busy, but a good kind of boring and an annoying kind of busy. I wish I got to see my friends more. More and more it seems like the people I work with are some of my best friends, but I know that is all transient, but so are most friendships, eh ( Read more... )

I can't decide about my job. Mostly because I don't have a new one to replace it should I make such a decision ( Read more... )

Christmas Presents for 8 small children who have no idea the value of money: $370 ( Read more... )

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Not quite back from Centralia ( Read more... )

I love my stupid panda. I love to watch him do the wii fit and throw tiny wii fits at it when he fucks up. Awwwe. I love to watch him fail at beating my high scores, I love to watch him beat my records. I love to squish his head to distract him from his tight rope, and read aloud as I'm typing to try and fuck him up. I love that he does the exact ( Read more... )

I found out that I can draw with my left hand today. FEAR IT FOR IT DOES NOT SUCK AND THEREFOR SCARES ME THAT I HAVE BEEN ABUSED INTO A RIGHTY.

But I don't recall ever being a lefty. I just don't. But... I... seriously... managed... to draw... REALLY well as a lefty. COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STYLE, but kinda better than my right hand.

I AM SO