From That 70's Show

Donna-I want you to be honest and I promise I won't be mad.  Did you read my journal?

Eric-Yes.

Donna-You sneaky little dillhole!

Well-at least we can laugh?

Ok, that may have been a little bitter.

But I take things rather seriously and when I am hesitant to give out information about myself I trust that people will trust me and respect that decision.  I don't do it for any other reason than the fact that I like to know my audience and some things would have been presented differently if I had known my ( Read more... )

Well the jerk-face has lived up to his previously sarcastic nick-name in fine form ( Read more... )

Two WTF moments today ( Read more... )

Does it mean that things are 'back to normal'  now if he (the man I hate myself for liking) has once again asking me about all of the men I am 'chasing ( Read more... )

I'm crying isn't that what you want?
And I'm trying to live my life on my own...

At times I do believe I am strong...
So someone tell me why, why, why, I  feel stupid....?

Well, I come undone
I need you now, do you think you can cope?
You figured me out, that I'm lost and I'm hopeless

-Matchbox Twenty, Mad Season

From what I've seen you're just one ( Read more... )

I love when I catch him coming out of the shower and walking down the hall in his towel....

And then I hate myself for loving it.
Maybe if he were as nice to me ALL the time as he was last week....
But then again, maybe not.

Aagh...Stop being so good looking! (Or at least stop flaunting it!)

Baby-sitting this weekend wasn't exactly what I had anticipated.  I had known about it for a long time and was really excited because I just love those kids.  But plans kept changing, the weekend became shorter and shorter, I didn't feel well, the kids were cranky and all in all-it wasn't much fun.  I feel bad because I think if I had felt better ( Read more... )

I'm not usually one to complain...but here goes.

There is no air conditioning here, and usually I am OK with that, actually I love pretending I am camping.

But now I am sick and have a fever.  So instead of it feeling like 80 with a breeze (actually cooler because my room is never as hot as it is outside) it feels like 120 and I am sweaty and ( Read more... )

Well, my amazing RA story probably isn't that cool to anyone else, but it was perhaps the craziest thing I have encountered so far.

My rounds partner and I were doing our thing, cruising down the hall, making sure all of the students were safe and secure.  We walked past the second floor kitchen, glanced in and it took about three seconds to realize ( Read more... )