I don't care.

Don't tell me I'm wrong, Nick the Mall Portrait Guy.

No one needs a painted portrait of Jay-Z.

It took me until today to realize just how Froot Loops is spelled.

Rhett's developed this disease that forces him to whack butts with a pillow. The problem? The butt whacking is fatal. So, I may be dead by Tuesday. Whenever that is ( Read more... )

I deleted all my AIM contacts, by accident. And I did it even though the program popped up a warning. HAHA.

So, IM me if you ever want me to talk to you again.

Did you expect an actual update? I poke you in the head.

Rhett has taken his shirt off.

You all have my permission to drool.

Damnit ( Read more... )

About a year ago my mother confessed to reading my LJ. (Hi, Mom!) She said she also read Rhett's and she noticed that while his mentions me often, and when I was away he commented on missing me, my journal never mentioned Rhett. The implication? I'm a bad girlfriend ( Read more... )

If you must take a quiz, take this one: http://www.biography.com/soulmate/

Edgar Allen Poe loves me. Yes, he does!

I clearly have not posted recently enough so I must fill your friends page with my useless rambling ( Read more... )

It's early, early, but we're going to SeaWorld, which was my idea in the first place so really, how can I complain? I won't. Instead, I'll drink my uber-sweet coffee and enjoy the ride. Yesterday I went to the Aquarium on the Pacific (the Long Beach aquarium) where I got to feed lorikeets, and touch sharks and rays. The batrays are like little ( Read more... )