Hey, saying hi before I crash... because I am beat, man. Wow ( Read more... )

Hey, I'm alive ( Read more... )

Hey, I'm using Fiona's computer, so apparently I'm going to have this really cool font thing going on ( Read more... )

My mom took my cell phone on Monday and it's hard to get online so I'll be incommunicado for a while. Send me letters, or something, please. I miss you all. I think I have bad news. I'll write more later.

I love you.

So this is going to be real short because my family just got home and they're zipping around like mosquitos...

So... The quick version of this weekend is that I had fun hanging out with Fiona and friends, but major shit went down at my house. Not cool. More later.

PS: I didn't get drunk.

I had forgotten that indescribably gross feeling that comes after working eight hours in humidity and heat. Thank you, Busch Gardens, for reminding me ( Read more... )

The house went on the market on Friday. So far it's been shown twice. The first family that came had six girls. When Whitney heard that she said Dad should kiss Mom and be glad they stopped at four. Today I was home with Lydia when the realtor called and said she'd be over in thirty minutes. FIVE minutes later they pulled into the driveway. We ( Read more... )

So apparently I'm not allowed to drink milk. Too many calories.

And ten minutes ago Mom said (when I asked if I could have a donut from the box Dad had just brought home), "When you turn thirty you're just going to explode, plfff." She moved her hands out from her body at hip level.

Whatever.

Somebody save me. Please.

Hey, that was quick ( Read more... )