Swimming in a dream
I had more fun on Friday then I ever have in my whole life. And I think I really mean that. Uh god it was soo much fun. Fiss! I saw fishies! Were you there for that? Coming back from the barge our little boat almost sank. There was a storm, and we got stuck right in the middle of it. Me, and a few others were on acid at the time, so we fucking loved it. Our boat driver didnt. and our boat driver just happened to be an x-boyfriend of mine.. Lets not forget playing in the mud, that had to be the best part.
And get this. I didn't piss anyone off. All night. Not a soul. We all fucking laughed soo hard my mouth still hurts. It was all just so perfect.
I guess I haven't posted in awhile. umm.. The 4th sucked. I did nothing.
I got my first ever professional manicure. I lived in yuppy-land for a week while my cousin, Amy, was in town.
My back has been fuckin killin me again. The nerve that was piched, is un-pinching, so now the pain is back. ::Chain smoke::
I painted the bathroom and stained the floor in the living room. Someday, this house will be livable. ..You know what I mean..
I'm trying to think of what else has been going through my gord. I don't just write in this for you guys ya' know.. This is my only journal. And I need to remember everything. I don't know why I dont write anymore. I used to write/doodle in a journal every day of my life since like, 5th grade. And since I found LJ - - I don't write anymore. I do remember to write down the really important things in there, though. And I tape little things in it as well. Flower petals, shafts of someone's hair, shit like that. Ok now I'm just rambling.
The only person I talk to these days is Kelly Schrank, and she's really hard to talk to/be with/listen to.
I only have 43 of my uncle's stories left to type. jeezus.
And get this. I didn't piss anyone off. All night. Not a soul. We all fucking laughed soo hard my mouth still hurts. It was all just so perfect.
I guess I haven't posted in awhile. umm.. The 4th sucked. I did nothing.
I got my first ever professional manicure. I lived in yuppy-land for a week while my cousin, Amy, was in town.
My back has been fuckin killin me again. The nerve that was piched, is un-pinching, so now the pain is back. ::Chain smoke::
I painted the bathroom and stained the floor in the living room. Someday, this house will be livable. ..You know what I mean..
I'm trying to think of what else has been going through my gord. I don't just write in this for you guys ya' know.. This is my only journal. And I need to remember everything. I don't know why I dont write anymore. I used to write/doodle in a journal every day of my life since like, 5th grade. And since I found LJ - - I don't write anymore. I do remember to write down the really important things in there, though. And I tape little things in it as well. Flower petals, shafts of someone's hair, shit like that. Ok now I'm just rambling.
The only person I talk to these days is Kelly Schrank, and she's really hard to talk to/be with/listen to.
I only have 43 of my uncle's stories left to type. jeezus.