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You're All The Things I've Got To Remember
Hai thar blog! Did you miss me? I missed you...I know...I've been a very bad girl not updating you. But you like it when I'm bad. It turns you on ( Read more... ) -
Put A Little Love In It
Yay for job!! Thats right, I has a job. Finally. I start on Sunday at my local Fashion Bug. Some people may knock it, but my local FB is awesome. The people are awesome, fun, helpful people who actually care about the costumers. Those who may think the clothes suck are either going to sucky stores, cause over half my wardrobe is from them. And I ( Read more... ) -
My Aim Is True
I don’t know why I enjoy writing disjointed, list form, and random thought journal entries. Maybe it’s because that how I think, it’s how I process my world.
I built a pantry yesterday for my mother. Yes it was one of those from the box things, but I still got to use a cordless drill and stuff. OCD wins when you’re building. That shit is straight, ( Read more... ) -
The arousal and the excitement and the gasping - it's getting
Ides...A wet, epic, cold, hella fun event. The trip down was kinda hell. Long, filled with many pee stops thanks to our driver. She did a great job driving but it seriously felt like we stopped every 20 minutes. Caused the drive to last even longer. Tempers flared...there was much raging to be had. I don't know about the other cars on the drive ( Read more... ) -
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind never lets in the sun
I'm feeling sappy and snuggley...not sure why. Maybe it's the fact that I'm home alone on a Saturday night. oh boo hoo..Shut up, stop complaining ( Read more... ) -
I think you're just so pleasant
My mother...no matter how needy, annoying, stubborn, and ditzy she is...she's still fucking awesome. Who is paying for my entry, gas money and food for Ides of March? Her. Who is emptying her pocket change every day into my gargoyle bank for Ragnarok? Her. Who would drop anything to help and give me anything when I needed it the most? Her. She's ( Read more... ) -
Baby Mamas
Friends are getting married...and then pregnant ( Read more... ) -
You Can't Take The Sky From Me
Some days I want to be a hermit. I sit in my room, play on the computer, read, watch movies/TV and talk to either no one or just my family. It's not because I'm mad, sad. Nor am I depressed. Lonely yes..."needy" very...but unhappy? No. My excuse is that I'm an only child and I enjoy my solitude. Makes me think that I'll need to live on my own, sans ( Read more... )
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