and so i sit with the blood on my hands and the tears on my shirt...wondering why it was me i hurt..
don't ask me whats up with the title or anything cuz it just came to me and i had to write it down...it has nothing to do with this entry or anything...i think it's something going on emotionally that i haven't recognized or maybe i have just transcended to that typical goth chick...god i hope not i'm cynical enough as it is...so life is going pretty good *knock on wood* got to see jess today while i was out and about shopping for pants and shoes...no i didn't get anywhere but hell i have some ideas..i just don't want something thats gonna break the bank...i love cheap clothes what the hell it's better than getting used to expensive things only to find that you can't afford them later...due to the fact that you spent everything trying to keep up with em anyway...ok so i don't know why the hell i'm in this mood...maybe it's the cabin fever..nothing can satiate it...not used to having nothing to do...but i'm happy...whent to paulies tonite for dinner..that place is the shit...makes olive garden look like a mcdonald's for italian food...i'm in love...oh and i put some pix up at work to brighten up my workspace..their pix of drac and the babies as well as my nephew...it's kind of a sad story that follows that pic but it means too much for me to lock it up in some photo album...tammi this chick at work is prego and i told her the story when she looked at the pic..the tears welled in her eyes and she walked away...she told me that my sis was brave and she could never do what my sis has done...so here's to you cat...well thats all for now...ciou