Nothing feels better than when you snurfle my zurg.
My internal clock is whacked. I was up until 3 a.m. because of the concert on Friday night, and it completely messed me up. I got up to come home from Jimmy's at 7 a.m. this morning, but when I got home I went back to sleep and didn't get back up until 11:30 a.m. Oh, well. I have to work tomorrow and that should straighten my clock out. Ugh.
I've had a potty mouth lately. Usually I try not to cuss TOO much, because it's unbecoming, but lately I just don't give a flying fuck. In fact, I feel liberated by it. But, I'm sure this too, shall pass, and I'll be back to my normally decorous self.
We watched Pirates of the Caribbean this weekend. Jimmy got it for his birthday last week. I also gave him a birthday present: sheets. Extra-big ones, for his extra-thick pillowtop mattress. The ones he had before only fit over the pillowtop, leaving the rest of the mattress bare. Not exactly a romantic present, but he'll be able to use it. La la la.
My sister doesn't like Jimmy. She actually growled when I mentioned his name at my grandmother's birthday dinner last night. I'm not sure why she's so against us seeing each other all of a sudden; she was supportive when we started dating the first time around. It's kind of embarassing, because she's been talking to people about it. Like his roommate, and other mutual acquaintances of ours. What the hell?
I'm thinking werewolfish thoughts again. But they are even smaller vignettes than before. So I'm not getting many words out of them. That's okay, it feels good to have the cauldron bubbling again.
My aunt and uncle are staying until after Christmas. Fortunately, that will be here before I know it. They've been doing some useful stuff, though, like replacing the dilapidated old fireplace curtains with new glass doors. That's good. The bad news is, Christmas will be here before I know it, and I haven't bought a single present yet.
P.S. I'm wearing a skirt today. Again. If I keep this up, people may start thinking that I'm a girl. Saints forfend! (For those who may be wondering, this time I have drawers on under it. Booooo.)
I've had a potty mouth lately. Usually I try not to cuss TOO much, because it's unbecoming, but lately I just don't give a flying fuck. In fact, I feel liberated by it. But, I'm sure this too, shall pass, and I'll be back to my normally decorous self.
We watched Pirates of the Caribbean this weekend. Jimmy got it for his birthday last week. I also gave him a birthday present: sheets. Extra-big ones, for his extra-thick pillowtop mattress. The ones he had before only fit over the pillowtop, leaving the rest of the mattress bare. Not exactly a romantic present, but he'll be able to use it. La la la.
My sister doesn't like Jimmy. She actually growled when I mentioned his name at my grandmother's birthday dinner last night. I'm not sure why she's so against us seeing each other all of a sudden; she was supportive when we started dating the first time around. It's kind of embarassing, because she's been talking to people about it. Like his roommate, and other mutual acquaintances of ours. What the hell?
I'm thinking werewolfish thoughts again. But they are even smaller vignettes than before. So I'm not getting many words out of them. That's okay, it feels good to have the cauldron bubbling again.
My aunt and uncle are staying until after Christmas. Fortunately, that will be here before I know it. They've been doing some useful stuff, though, like replacing the dilapidated old fireplace curtains with new glass doors. That's good. The bad news is, Christmas will be here before I know it, and I haven't bought a single present yet.
P.S. I'm wearing a skirt today. Again. If I keep this up, people may start thinking that I'm a girl. Saints forfend! (For those who may be wondering, this time I have drawers on under it. Booooo.)