well i broke up with the most recent scumbag about a month ago. good fucking riddance. i took him back after he begged me telling me he loved me and only me and then he not only cheated on me, he lied, and only used me for money. to think i was gonna marry that fucker. fuck him.

i'm alone...yet again. i swear i have the worst luck in my love life, ever. at least i had somebody that wanted to marry me at one time. that's an upgrade compared to the past...i guess.

i'm on vacation in exactly six days. fuck yeah. i can't wait to sit around and be lazy and smoke many peace pipes. i fucking love keith. he's so fucking adorable, even more so when he's stoned. haha.

i am officially engaged now to the most fucking kick-ass, amazing person.

bitches need to get some serious stitches.

i wish putt-putt was open.

i just don't understand...why you have to suck so bad.

keith is the fucking man!!!

i love him...with all of my heart. other than keith and all of my friends, i'm drowning in a ocean of fucking bitches and cunts. but i finally realize a good reason not to talk to exes of any sort, does a relationship with more talk and no sex really go anywhere after you have broken up? i didn't think so.

i fucking got to see NINE INCH NAILS, or basically trent and jeordie. yup. it was fucking amazing. i was in the pit the entire time, it was sooooo very satisfying. i was with my honey and some of my people....well at least most of the ones worth mentioning. ah. i've got to see them again...and mindless self indulgence. *sigh*