Today, kind of sucked. I really wanted to go see X-3 and we didn't get to ( Read more... )

I finally got to see my Cherry Berry and Rilyn. OMG, I missed Cherry more than I knew. Seeing her be a mom is the sweetest thing ever. It's like she's a superhero or something. And Rilyn is gorgeous. She refuses to be treated like a 3 month old. She wants to hold her head up [she can do that now!] and face the world and laugh. he reminds me so much ( Read more... )

I'm coming to the city for one night only [for this visit]. Cherry is coming to get me..yay! I cannot wait, the hours are going kind of slow right now until then to be honest. I want to give her and that baby..like a million hugs!

And I might see Spam, if I am brave enough. I'm not sure if I am yet.

Does it make anyone else sad that we lost "Will and Grace" and "That 70's Show" on the same night? Because it does me.

I bought a quote book...and FalconDance and pink and green etnies and plaid flip flops and a "Princess Bride t-shirt". You probably don't care, but it made me happy. Maybe these will make you happy ( Read more... )

Have you ever just had a realization and you know that you have been an idiot? Here's mine ( Read more... )

I'm sick again today and it sucks. Boo.

Cherry is quite possibly on her way to Louisville and I am thrilled.

I am staying with my friend Sheena tonight and am so happy!

Josh is ticking me off. He wants me gone..then he wants to be my friend....it's pointless.

I'm going back to bed.

Huggles to all.

I had to start taking 2 depakotes last night. It is awful. I thought that my body was trying to kill me this morning. Gross ( Read more... )

Brittany sent me this today. When I asked for his address ( Read more... )

He knows. Spam knows. And for some weird reason, that makes all these awful days better. Even if he doesn't want to talk to me, at least I know that he knows that my insides are killing me. I finally got the nerve to ask Brittany myself to talk to him. And this is what she sent me. And it's awful to say, but after all these years. After all the ( Read more... )