I decided to make my journal a "Friends Only" Journal.

In lieu of all that is going on at the moment, it simply seems more intelligent. That way I can be a little more open?

If you want in, add me and such and we'll see how it goes!

*smooches*

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Today is shaping up to be a very good day to wrap up with a comfy blanket, crank down the a/c, and hide from the world.

So, I forgot to mention my dream last night, which is perhaps the oddest dream I have ever had. Lots of sex. Weird stuff ( Read more... )

I am back home in Michigan City, craptastical Indiana. Our apartment, providing we pass their second credit check, because the bastards changed management, will not be ready until July 5th, so here I rot until then. I actually miss the Indianapolis crew - but when I was in Indianapolis, I missed the South Bend crew. How very odd ( Read more... )

Today was a girls' day out. Beth and Tori and I decided to get a nice bit of lunch at Uno's, where we had a fabulously hot brazillian waiter named Bruno. Yum. We left him a note with a huge tip that said, "by the way? You're GORGEOUS." And it was true. heh ( Read more... )

Not sure how I feel today. I have been in Indianapolis since the event, and I kind of want to go home to normalcy - to my Frank and our babies. It's weird. We've spent much longer than a week apart before, and....it feels wrong now. I want to hold my Frankie ( Read more... )

The difference a few months makes!! MMm Jildo - SEX KITTEN!! :D

Well, I am still in Indianapolis. We went to mud-reign, and I haven't got much to comment on, really. I got waaaay too trashed - perhaps a little drunker than I recall being in the past. While I was there, I managed to lose a couple of friends in my drunkard state. Suck ass. I have never been a sloppy drunk, but the few days before the event were ( Read more... )

I couldn't possibly be in a worse mood. I do not know if I really want to talk about it, but these things just kind of eat away at you. Brock was very helpful on the matter - so was Hobbs. See why I hang out with guys? They're just so damned...uncomplicated ( Read more... )

Today will be an absolute horror. We have to drive to New Carlisle to pick up Frank's check, back to Michigan City, to cash it, go buy boxes, and begin the neverending task of packing our house for the move. Yarg. I don't want to pack. I despise packing, because packing indicates a change. I don't respond well to change. At least we're moving ( Read more... )