I've hit that point where reading Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton sounds like a good idea.  Which means it's probably not...
Southern Comfort is comforting me tonight, as is Mr. André and his cold duck...
I think I've recently become high maintanance.  Hrm.  That's a scary thought...  I'm weird maintenence when I'm low...  *ponders*
Being a drunken poet ( Read more... )

I didn't even realize that people still used these things... Hrm.

Well...had a nice Christmas, which was amazing, considering I'm lonely as hell...which I just realized today. Not great.

Seriously, I really need a hug.

You Are 64% American
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Confused...very, very confused...

Why must everything get goofy all at once??

Well, Steve and I got back together yesterday. Yep. Hence the flowers in the previous post.
At least I got to have some fun while I was single. Heh. :)

I'm happy to be back with him, though. :) Yay...I missed having a boyfriend...I missed having him.

( Picture time!!! )

I am kinda tired...and still sick ( Read more... )

'done wrong ( Read more... )

'Traffic ( Read more... )

I can't believe I just did that...
Wow...haha.
(yes, Heather, I had to say that...lol)
:)