Some unspecified male friend (who was kind of like logan, but not logan) and I decided to sign up for the death penalty (thinking it would be fun), which was standing on some machine that looked like a scale in a doctor's office, except you stood on it backwards and put your hands behind the bar in the middle into these cuffs, and then the cuffs ( Read more... )

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Home at 2:40. That's more like it.

( I only read the ones Aunt Cary sends to me, because they're bound to be funny, even if obviously untrue. )

I finally got my Bobbi back!
It's so nice to be behind the wheel of my car again.

Donny: you should tell him that if he doesn't become more sexually open, that whatever you may or may not have will be over ( Read more... )

Does this goddamned boy never give up?

I tire of poison ivy.

Gotta get myself out of this funk. The chain of events lately has been really crappy and my body is rebelling against me. A bit of my gums is swollen back by one of my wisdom teeth, I'm covered in itchy things, and I'm suddenly feeling ill this evening. I'm tired. I think I'm going to go do a warm saltwater mouthwash (oh joy!) and then crash ( Read more... )