I don't look like I need hotline numbers anymore ... but I am freezing my ass off. We got a little table top tree for the apartment. I saw that someone online made ornaments out of porno, and I want to make ornaments out of Snape pictures. Tape and paperclips, that's all I need, oh and the internet ( Read more... )

Whatever, I can't sleep, the reason is ridiculous. Jordan had the heat up really high when I came home from school, and I changed into a tank top. But when I took a nap on the couch, Morrissey joined me ... by sleeping practically on top of me ... and then his nails scratched down my effing boob when he jumped down to bark at our stupid neighbor. ( Read more... )

My mother sent me a package, and it was all for the dog. Then I found cash in an envelope ... but inside the note said "Buy him a new collar." Thanks Mom ... I'm doing fine. Don't mind me.

She did send me condoms once, and I made Jordan call and thank her.

Do you know where the powder packets are?

We live away from our families, and Jordan and me and the dog have to do Thanksgiving ourselves. I suggested we do Emo Thanksgiving, and eat something vegan with the lights off, and an unsigned band's record playing.

Actually we had a vegetarian meal with Morrissey flipping out, and finding my own hot pink hair baked into the macaroni and cheese.

Someone brought an entire brood of children, various school ages, to the Goblet of Fire show I caught ... and in the dark at the end one of them fell down the steps ... so the acting was to the tune of shrieking. I wanted to join in.

I just learned to knit, and now I'm knitting. Except I only knit when I should be doing dishes, and I only knit to Roxette.

If I update every day, do I win a prize?

I keep talking about my boyfriend in my online journal, how LAME, I'm 3 for 3. Here's something not about Jordan: I got cramps, and Morrissey got into the oatmeal cookies. Morrissey wins.

I'm going to try and see Goblet of Fire on Friday, and if I'm not bleeding all over Portland by then.

I like being domestic, but I think my boyfriend likes it more than me. I don't know a lot of boys who clean the bathroom every Saturday morning. Even if we just finished "being together" (as Jordan likes to say ... I prefer "doin' it") he won't lay in bed if it is Saturday. The effing bathroom has to be sparkling. And I am not complaining. He is a ( Read more... )

Now I'm sitting around bored, and looking for people to read ... while Morrissey humps my leg. I wish Jordan would have let me dye his white fur the last time I did my hair. Manic Panic Electric Banana and Hot Hot Pink. But he convinced me we are not those type of Manic Panic people, and above all, we do not want to be lame. It's a goal I guess ( Read more... )