I been baking all day for the party tonight at Joanne's. It feels good to be making things for the people I love, but at the same time I feel a little crazy ( Read more... )

I left Boston on a whim, for a for reasons. 1) I was upset with Ashley over something I don't even remember (when you live with someone, these things happen), and 2) I was not getting booked for enough shifts to be making decent money ( Read more... )

So, I have moved back to Miami...

more later.

Tonight Thomas J. came over for dinner, and we met again for second time. Apparently he had read my live journal randomly, through Ashleys, and assumed that I was a devil worshipper based on my entry about the Tori Amos song, "Father Lucifer".

I think the entry probably just said "I fucking love Father Lucifer." Ha!

So, I got home from work around 11:30 tonight, and sat down at the computer. I realized two things: 1) Ashley wasn't home like she said she would be 2) From the dining room, I heard a big crash, some glass breaking, and metal tools shifting. Luther (Ashley's cat) run's into the room, trailing blood behind him. All over the living room, dining room ( Read more... )

So, I changed my entire color scheme on a whim, because of the date fiasco of black on black that Grant pointed out. Now I hate it, but can't figure out how to get it like it was before. I am distressed everytime I check my journal.

It is the least offensive scheme I can think of for now though.

Everytime I walked in the hallway I would smell this delicious Hanoch/Isreal smell, but I could never figure out why. Today I looked over and noticed a sweater hanging off the door knob of the hall closet. Hanochs sweater ( Read more... )

So, where to begin ( Read more... )

Three good things today ( Read more... )

Fuck me, do I love Tori Amos ( Read more... )