I need help cleaning my house. It's too big for me and we have too much shit. I mean I thought Fizzgig shat a lot. It's nothing compared to all the (unreal) crap I try to clean up.

Do I go for letter carrier or stay where I am? The post office has a lot of benefits, including a higher pay start but I don't know if I will enjoy doing the job. I enjoy this one but it has no benefits and pays $10/hour.

So, I had my phone in my pocket and it died. So, I now have a temp phone (on of those cingular pay as you go phone cuz my sim card works in it and it was $20 at sam's club) and I can't access any of the numbers stored on it. So, if I don't text you, it's cuz of that reason. It's under warranty so, I'll be getting a new one in a couple days.

I feel depressed. I want to cry a lot.

So, we are finally looking at setting the date. I want it in mid-May and at Grant Park. I feel so excited.

Women don't fart or poop. There's a complicated system in their intestines that turns wastes into flowers and bunnies.

Women never stink. If we ever need to refresh ourselves, all we do is press our clit and a mist of our favorite scent surrounds us.

So, I had fun last night. I was hoping more people would've showed up, but ah well. I was really hoping for Adam, Amber, Kaysey, and Shannon would've come. I knew Adam would definitely have trouble cuz the buses end early out by where he lives now and he doesn't drive yet. Amber I kinda figured might not come cuz of Kyra and I know Kyra was sick ( Read more... )

I feel somewhat depressed. I am trying to get stuff moved, dealing with bad thoughts, and want to sleep a lot. Bleh. I give.

I am depressed. I didn't have enough withheld for taxes last year and I owe the federal IRS about $500. Waaaah. I spent much of last night bawling my eyes out.

So, I just got a message from one of Robert's sisters. He was surprised and happy. We hope to hear from them again.