Letting my mind wander is a dangerous thing to do.

I watched Saved! last night. It was hilarious.

I don't have an 89 Chevy Celebrity named Gretta anymore. I, do, however, have a nameless '96 Plymoth Neon.
And I didn't even get to decide. This upsets me.

If I held a candle-light vigil for Gretta, would you come?

I'm about to explode. I'm extremely pissed off, and the whole 'depression' factor isn't helping any ( Read more... )

Well, Jessicah, what did you expect?

Foot cramps are back.

I'm bleeding from my uterus. It should be a law that only one part of my body may cramp at a time.

15 Years Ago ( Read more... )

Speaking of sweet transvestites, I'm going to Rocky Horror this year, and I'm dressing up (duh). So, who wants to go with me? I think Armando should be Riff Raff!

Heh.I don't like those odds.

Happy Birthday.

And I said hey, man.

Nice shot.

It probably doesn't help that I hate you.

Thanks Heather, for the note! I'm sad that I missed you!

You can totally live on my couch. I'd rather have you than Tim. Tim mopes too much.

On another note:

I'm lonely. Like, lonliness is seeping from my innards. (How's that for a anxty DJ entry?)

I shouldn't be this way.