fuck fucking simon and fuck fucking american idol fuck the fucking fucked up press and fuck YOU! ;-p

I walked into Tristen's room yesterday, and sat him down to talk with him. He was wearing the black t-shirt Simon gave him that said 'T-man'. I pulled him into my lap and told him that Simon and I were not going to get married, and that he probably wouldn't see him as much anymore. My baby's eyes filled with tears as he snuggled against me, ( Read more... )

OH GOD I feel so relieved ( Read more... )

Up until two days ago, I was planning a mid summer wedding ( Read more... )

Kristin, Paula, Simon, everybody.

Sometimes I wish so badly to hold you that I fall asleep in bed, pillow to my chest, and dreamless sleep haunts my memory of you. Is that cheesy? Maybe. I miss you. I don't pretend. When anyone asks about you, I know my face goes all sullen and I miserably tell them how much I miss you. Yet, it is an extraordinary feeling for me, to miss ( Read more... )

I am so in love
it almost hurts.

Tristen wants to stay up until midnight. I told him if he makes it, I'll give him his first ice cream sandwich of the new year ( Read more... )

I'm not one to make rash decisions, anyone can tell you that. I just lose my head sometimes. What could I do? Paula and I have been such good friends, and I know she's going through rough times ( Read more... )

This week has been fantastic. (Did I mention that a week ago on Wednesday, Nelly and Tristen and Ashanti and I went to Disney's California Adventure? I meant to mention it but I took off to see Simon and..well..here I am. It was wonderful...I wish them the best of luck. I chatted briefly with Ashanti and she seems like a genuinely nice person ( Read more... )