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Danfest has painstakingly come to an end. It's 7:08am, and I have finished the final touches on my cleaning job. From this point on, no more visitors, everyone resume your normal life of never coming over. If you forgot something here, call me. I have a purse and a Misfits flag that do not belong to me ( Read more... )

I called my parents to check in. Just my luck, too, that they are heading home tomorrow. I don't know if she just said that to fuck with me or if its serious, but either way, that means we gotta party tonite.

Come over later than 7pm. This may be your last chance to party in the Trapp house.

I feel like a babysitter.

I need a break. A day alone. Or with one other person. HAH!

Like Moses parting the Red Sea, a hole opens up in your schedule. Hallelujah! This is the perfect time to create or finish a project that's dear to your heart. Even better, you have ample energy to accomplish whatever you put your mind to. Plan every detail and don't skip any steps. Focus your attention on each task and make sure it is done ( Read more... )

We're almost there. Danfest is apon us. As of Monday, you should come chill at my house. Please do remember to call before showing, just in case I have to tell you you're not allowed in.

I'm home.

Tentative scheduled departure of parents, July 24th-August 7th/August 14th.

No matter what, when this date arrives, please spread it around to CALL ME BEFORE COMING TO MY HOUSE.

If everything is moving as planned, I should be leaving Colorado Springs tomorrow morning. Chances are I will be back Sunday afternoon/evening. But more than likely, I will be flying under radar for a few days apon my arrival, you can try to bother me as much as you want, but no promises on getting ahold of me.

I have recently made a wicked mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all, though tasteless, hoping that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique ( Read more... )