Good weekend. Started off Thursday with pool and karaoke. My hair is going insane, so I wore my cowboy hat, hyuk! I sucked at pool, but so did Jeff. Greg whooped up on us pretty soundly. I left there after midnight or so to watch my homies belt their stuff. On the way in, I was propositioned by a guy for sex. I unfortunately had to tell him ( Read more... )

The Five Love Languages
My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Physical Touch.

Complete set of results
Quality Time: 10Physical Touch: 9Acts of Service: 5Words of Affirmation: 5Receiving Gifts: 1

Information
Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we ( Read more... )

You know, Greg and I are very different. Different races, different generations, different culture, different fields of study, different ways of communicating and thinking, different social norms...and those are just most of the big ones. But we do all right. :) We both enjoy reading, snuggling, more than snuggling, learning, playing, growing, ( Read more... )

I sure wish my boobs would stop growing, geez.

One time I was in an emergency waiting room. I don't remember the pain or the time or the worries, though I'm sure these things must have been. What I remember most was a group of siblings: a toddler, a small boy and girl, and a teenager. And how hungry they were. There was another family group, I don't remember much of them except that they ( Read more... )

I'm growing out my natural hair. It's considerably thicker. Quite. I like the feel of it. It's very soft, springy, and wavy, but also very hard to deal with. It's only goal is to grow straight OUT from my head. There is no getting this stuff to lie down. And since my natural hair is about...3 inches long now and my processed hair is about 5 ( Read more... )

I sit here now, making this entry through one eye and a swollen finger. Did he beat me? Nothing so exciting. I was freakin devoured by a spider last night. I was pretty toasty last night, so I attributed the pain in my head to a hangover or something. I wake up thinking my eye is glued shut because of wearing my contacts to bed or SOMETHING. ( Read more... )

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I've developed an inexplicably strong desire for red onions. Maybe I'm pregnant with Greg's ghost baby.

I want to be known. I want every horrible thing I imagine, all my macabre nightmares, all the people I've hurt... I want them to know every word. I don't want to be absolved of any guilt or crime. I just want someone to look into me and see me for what I am. Past the shyness and any other facade I have. I want someone to know me better than I ( Read more... )