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meaganishxc: this is like.. my best year. i think. so far. it's good. i enjoy ir.
meaganishxc: it*
meaganishxc: well. right now i don't. but... it'll get better. i hope/assume.
xxmoonlightlove: I will pray for you
xxmoonlightlove: well, not really
xxmoonlightlove: but if I did pray...!
xxmoonlightlove: ...I'd pray not to go to hell for touching between my legs
xxmoonlightlove: hahahahaha
meaganishxc: lmao
meaganishxc: lmfao
meaganishxc: ahahahahahahahahahahaha
meaganishxc: oh my god
xxmoonlightlove: I wonder what the colonial people did when they had a crotch itch
meaganishxc: lmfao
meaganishxc: oh god.. i don't know..
meaganishxc: that's a good question..
xxmoonlightlove: I know
xxmoonlightlove: they probably considered it a sign of being a witch
xxmoonlightlove: I'm proud to be a crotch-scratching American
xxmoonlightlove: alleuluhajaj
xxmoonlightlove: I have no idea how to spell that ^
meaganishxc: lol
meaganishxc: hellelujah. i think. maybe. or maybe not.
meaganishxc: hallelujah*
meaganishxc: haha hell.
Sometimes, things go so well and normally that I could explode. I can't take much of anything that isn't misery or euphoria. I can't take too much of any single feeling. Whatever.
Do you ever find yourself putting yourself into someone elses shoes? I was doing that with a very depressing case. I ended up getting way into it, and later on I was feeling absolutely horrid. I had to take a minute to snap out of it. It was odd.
Boys Next Door is the week. Everyone must be there.
I have to write another copy of my character analysis with corrections. What a friggin drag. I'll just finish it on the bus tomorrow.