So...I have been kidnapped by a popstar. (which, typing that really makes me want a Pop Tart. This is bad, damn it ( Read more... )

I have nothing much to say. Life is good. yes ( Read more... )

So yes, I am still here. I promise ( Read more... )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JC!

*chatters* Hope your birthday is extra special. You're one of the best humans around!

*tosses confetti with claws*

One year ago, I started this journal. Wasn't quite sure why, but I did ( Read more... )

Geez, I'm enjoying running around this house. This is a great house. *nods* Everyone seems to be gone right now. Oh darn. Time for myself! *chatters ( Read more... )

Yes I am alive ( Read more... )

Why am I being blamed? What the hell is this ( Read more... )

jerks, jerks, jerks, and MORE jerks!

Shit. What the HELL happened last night?

Wade is hurt and angry and Justin is hurt and angry, and someone did it. Who the hell broke my boys?

Damn it. Whose bright idea was this?

This is screwed up.

Have realized I have very little love for people anymore.

I really hate fickle people. I enjoy stable people, thank you. Fickle and uncertain people make me nervous. Stable people...like Justin and Wade, and Tim and Alexei (heh), and Shane and Howie's sister Pollyanna. Those are some stable people. Hmm..speaking of Shane, he needs to come visit ( Read more... )