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Yes, I'm posting again, this is becoming weirdly common.
hawkelf is sleeping on my couch atm-- everybody say 'hi, Hawky!' and it is her birthday so even more importantly irritate her with birthday-ish sentiments. (She sleeps with her mouth open, tell your friends)
Tomorrow we're going to City Market with my mum and her boyfriend and my sister, as it is also the boyfriend's daughter's birthday and we're having a massive cookout. Cake, barbeque, the good life. If all goes well, we'll be hanging out with Aaron Sunday, and I'll be buying Hawks another cake-- the cheap-ass walmart variety, most likely, but cake is cake.
I need to start journaling in my journal, as per the therapist's request-- and wasn't it fun when momma found HER card-- but not atm. It is upstairs and I am just biding time until I pass out or am supposed to go shower.
Anyway, noooot much else to report I think? Have been having a rather good time chilling with friends IRL.
Sometimes I think the internets can be a little too irrevocably stupid. Or depressing. Thus, I go to friends' houses and crazy things happen.
(I could talk about nearly getting arrested thursday, that was fun. Power and Light District rentacops=uncool.)
But anyway, I should bed. Couch. W/e. I mean, I could spend 4 hours watching Star Trek and possibly nott even notice but I will be tired later and that will suck. Sleep schedule has been whack lately, yo.
hawkelf is sleeping on my couch atm-- everybody say 'hi, Hawky!' and it is her birthday so even more importantly irritate her with birthday-ish sentiments. (She sleeps with her mouth open, tell your friends)
Tomorrow we're going to City Market with my mum and her boyfriend and my sister, as it is also the boyfriend's daughter's birthday and we're having a massive cookout. Cake, barbeque, the good life. If all goes well, we'll be hanging out with Aaron Sunday, and I'll be buying Hawks another cake-- the cheap-ass walmart variety, most likely, but cake is cake.
I need to start journaling in my journal, as per the therapist's request-- and wasn't it fun when momma found HER card-- but not atm. It is upstairs and I am just biding time until I pass out or am supposed to go shower.
Anyway, noooot much else to report I think? Have been having a rather good time chilling with friends IRL.
Sometimes I think the internets can be a little too irrevocably stupid. Or depressing. Thus, I go to friends' houses and crazy things happen.
(I could talk about nearly getting arrested thursday, that was fun. Power and Light District rentacops=uncool.)
But anyway, I should bed. Couch. W/e. I mean, I could spend 4 hours watching Star Trek and possibly nott even notice but I will be tired later and that will suck. Sleep schedule has been whack lately, yo.