all mixed up in the wash.
i'm bored with myself again.
it's so nice to be home. i got to see all of my friends, my crew, my whatever, second family thingys. and that was pretty awesome, and it made me happy, and we ate tacos in a haunted house and scared each other and then played scene it.
tomorrow i'm driving up to hartford and staying for a night, or two. i'm really excited but nervous about that. i can't wait to see michelle and kaitlyn though, i missed them and megan so much.
i need a hair cut.
i feel like my ends are dead.
and then i want to dye the under-half-ness black again.
and i don't want to go back to work. at all anymore.
goodbye free time.
i got a good start on the super-clean-out-my-room-skapades.
1.5 garbage bags later and a giant stack of magazines to be recycled.
go me!
and i barely got through anything. ugh.
and boy, are you confusing me. but there's nothing to be confused about. you make comment, end of comment, end of conversation, until it possibly happens and then what? is that it? am i getting worked up for nothing, yet again, like the story of my life.
faack.
and oh man, fuck sim2 for ds. it's addiction as hell. uggh.
it's so nice to be home. i got to see all of my friends, my crew, my whatever, second family thingys. and that was pretty awesome, and it made me happy, and we ate tacos in a haunted house and scared each other and then played scene it.
tomorrow i'm driving up to hartford and staying for a night, or two. i'm really excited but nervous about that. i can't wait to see michelle and kaitlyn though, i missed them and megan so much.
i need a hair cut.
i feel like my ends are dead.
and then i want to dye the under-half-ness black again.
and i don't want to go back to work. at all anymore.
goodbye free time.
i got a good start on the super-clean-out-my-room-skapades.
1.5 garbage bags later and a giant stack of magazines to be recycled.
go me!
and i barely got through anything. ugh.
and boy, are you confusing me. but there's nothing to be confused about. you make comment, end of comment, end of conversation, until it possibly happens and then what? is that it? am i getting worked up for nothing, yet again, like the story of my life.
faack.
and oh man, fuck sim2 for ds. it's addiction as hell. uggh.