'If you talk, you better walk, you better back this shit up.'
Ahhh.. so much has been going on! It's great. Let's see..
My parents are in Las Vegas. They left this past Wednesday, and are returning on Sunday morning. Mom's resigning her position on the ANA (American Nursing Association) board, and dad wanted to go with her. So it's a date-y type vacation, or something for them. They're coming home, and mom's spending the rest of the week completely swamped with schoolwork.
I've bought a ton of Christmas presents the past two days. I am so incredibly cheap, you won't know, because I won't tell you just how unbelievably, disgustingly cheap I am. Because we all know that I am just a retardedly amazing shopper.
I also purchased the most beautiful clothes at Kohl's, of all places, for like, $40. Tons of clothes. 'Twas delicious. I <3 lace 'n' stuff.
Painted my room.. got to tuck in children, which I absolutely love.. bought dishes for when I move out. I can't wait. Neither can Heather. We're so psyched about getting out of this hell hole.
Strangely enough, I talked to an ex the other night. What was really strange about it, was that just recently I had had a dream where I lived at my old house, and like, he came over and was acting like the shit he was, what, was it nearly two years ago? Something like that, I don't remember. And so I kept bitch-slapping him everytime he came near, until he ran away like a girl. It was really pretty funny. And then weird, because he called a few days afterwards. Many-a-ex lurk about these dark days. Or something. I don't know. I couldn't care less. I have never been happier with my life, in my life.
Tomorrow night, Bear and I are going to the Masquerade to see THE SPILL CANVAS, DAPHNE LOVES DERBY, and COPELAND. So exciting! I think/hope Melee will be there too. I'm still stuck on whether to go to the Armor for Sleep/Matchbook Romance/lovedrug concert, or the Mae concert. Choices, choices.
On the downside, I have sinusitus because of the pollen, and my wisdom teeth being.. er.. nonexistant. Drainage drainage drainage.
I've also decided to write my birthmother a letter. I don't want to meet her yet, so writing her a letter seems the best choice. I'll give it to Uncle Kip, my adoption attorney, or whatever he is, and he'll give it to her, so she won't know who I am.. I'm a little nervous, I guess. I have no expectations, though, because.. I don't want to build this idealistic person in my head. I was, afterall, a college kid's mistake, not some prodigal inspiration to bless upon some other family. Even if it what I wound up being! Ha, I am so witty.
Anyway. Lauren W., you owe me information on Spain. And Heather demands to know if she's welcome as well. (So pushy, she is.)
ps.
the boys in the outskirts of the Woodstock/Alpharetta area at the SuperTarget are surprisingly attractive. Regardless of the sex appeal, however, my heart belongs to Ben-Bear. But goodness.
pps.
I'm still yours, JAMISON COVINGTON. Let's make babies!!
My parents are in Las Vegas. They left this past Wednesday, and are returning on Sunday morning. Mom's resigning her position on the ANA (American Nursing Association) board, and dad wanted to go with her. So it's a date-y type vacation, or something for them. They're coming home, and mom's spending the rest of the week completely swamped with schoolwork.
I've bought a ton of Christmas presents the past two days. I am so incredibly cheap, you won't know, because I won't tell you just how unbelievably, disgustingly cheap I am. Because we all know that I am just a retardedly amazing shopper.
I also purchased the most beautiful clothes at Kohl's, of all places, for like, $40. Tons of clothes. 'Twas delicious. I <3 lace 'n' stuff.
Painted my room.. got to tuck in children, which I absolutely love.. bought dishes for when I move out. I can't wait. Neither can Heather. We're so psyched about getting out of this hell hole.
Strangely enough, I talked to an ex the other night. What was really strange about it, was that just recently I had had a dream where I lived at my old house, and like, he came over and was acting like the shit he was, what, was it nearly two years ago? Something like that, I don't remember. And so I kept bitch-slapping him everytime he came near, until he ran away like a girl. It was really pretty funny. And then weird, because he called a few days afterwards. Many-a-ex lurk about these dark days. Or something. I don't know. I couldn't care less. I have never been happier with my life, in my life.
Tomorrow night, Bear and I are going to the Masquerade to see THE SPILL CANVAS, DAPHNE LOVES DERBY, and COPELAND. So exciting! I think/hope Melee will be there too. I'm still stuck on whether to go to the Armor for Sleep/Matchbook Romance/lovedrug concert, or the Mae concert. Choices, choices.
On the downside, I have sinusitus because of the pollen, and my wisdom teeth being.. er.. nonexistant. Drainage drainage drainage.
I've also decided to write my birthmother a letter. I don't want to meet her yet, so writing her a letter seems the best choice. I'll give it to Uncle Kip, my adoption attorney, or whatever he is, and he'll give it to her, so she won't know who I am.. I'm a little nervous, I guess. I have no expectations, though, because.. I don't want to build this idealistic person in my head. I was, afterall, a college kid's mistake, not some prodigal inspiration to bless upon some other family. Even if it what I wound up being! Ha, I am so witty.
Anyway. Lauren W., you owe me information on Spain. And Heather demands to know if she's welcome as well. (So pushy, she is.)
ps.
the boys in the outskirts of the Woodstock/Alpharetta area at the SuperTarget are surprisingly attractive. Regardless of the sex appeal, however, my heart belongs to Ben-Bear. But goodness.
pps.
I'm still yours, JAMISON COVINGTON. Let's make babies!!