Well, that's it. In a few hours, summer'll be over.

And I'll be back at Waltrip.

To whatever deities I offended, I don't deserve this.

Wait. Yes I do.

This applies to most everyone, but it's focused towards Sissa, Kayt, and Meggie:
Call me, please, any time you feel up to the challenge.

I go home today. I'll be laid over in Vegas (baby) and then it's on back to Hell ( Read more... )

Since I cannot be there when you get there, welcome to Hell. I mean Houston.

...I swear you get used to the heat...

..actually, that's a lie. Sorry, love.

In any case, hopefully you got here safe, got to your new home safe, and are out hanging out with Maku and the others instead of reading this.

Hopefully.

I shall be there soon.

Love you.

I'd like to apologize. For a lot of things, including my absence in both presence and mind. I'm just not feeling terribly well, mentally.

I'm doing my best to rectify this error, if you like to think of it that way.

Until then, understand I don't mean to offend, hurt, or ignore. And take care of yourselves.

Well, it certainly has been a while. A lot has happened ( Read more... )

When you call someone the love of your life, that's supposed to be it, right?

So why am I getting this fucking feeling again?

And don't worry, Alex, Sam, Dylan. I'm not talking about you. (Even though you're raw as hell and I love you.)

Blair, if you're not better yet, go to the doctor.

No, this is not an entertaining update. Leave me the fuck alone ( Read more... )

**Sighs ( Read more... )

Well, it's time. With a little help from my new yet very dear friends, I have crawled from the abyssal depths of a patheticly depressed existence, and with a little help from St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church, I am adequately hateful enough to return to my charge as an asshole in text ( Read more... )