Someone shoot me... please...
Ugh. I hate the world. Gnome still hasn't talked to me or anything, and I'm beginning to think that he got killed or offed himself. Perhaps I am paranoid? I hope not. Hoping not to both things. *sigh* This makes me sad. It feels as if my little black heart has shattered. Duct tape won't be able to mend it this time. Crazy glue sucks and wood glue is for... wood, not shattery pieces of cold blackness. Argh. This pisses me off. I would lose yet another friend to Death (no Jesus.. I'm not talking about the cereal) and I would want to join him. I think I shall once everything's all figured out. For now, I'm trying to find out what the hell is going on and why he hasn't tried to reach me in... forever. Nearing a month. *criiiiies* Anywho, I watched Dawn of the Dead before I came here to the library. A nifty little movie. Also, I viewed Edward Scissorhands this morning about three times and I'm still not tired of it. The movie ROCKS!!!!! I love it immensely. Well time for me to go. Nothing else to report. Toodles children.