Gold teeth and a curse for this town are all in my mouth.

[dollhouselush]

i spent an entire hour on the phone with my mom; she's amazing. i then spent near an hour writing [in my freaking paper JOURNAL] about her. i would cry if i didn't drink so much -- though that was the ultimate goal. honestly believe i've become a seasonal alcoholic. and by "seasonal" i mean every season, when he leaves. february twenty-somethingth. then not again until may tenth. that's good, right? everyone who believes in [a] god, please pray i have the balls to leave the cdc and pray harder that i get a job with the bank. god, i'd die to do that. settling for a ba in business/accounting and hopefully getting my accounting certificate. would like to study holistic nutrition and medicine later on but money is a bitch. pretty lonely; thank goodness my dog doesn't speak english because he'd probably be annoyed with how much i talk to him. he may stink but he's the only man in my immediate life. someone should love me and make plans to come visit while the booface is gone in may. i'd really like company. or someone to wake me up from the near suffocating nightmares [i seriously woke up gasping the other night, afraid to sleep for fear of not being able to wake myself up]. i'll pay you in sexual favors [females only -- strange married rule] and/or baked goods.

ps: i've written almost every day he's been gone. i feel a poem or something brewing.
pps: remember when i used to aspire to be a poet? who DOES that?
ppps: me, still. :[[[