I married the sweetest guy in the world, meaning you can't have him! Hee, hee...
Sam is doing everything he can to give me a happy birthday. He has to work on my birthday, which sucks, but he's already given me presents!
He gave me a Conker shirt *squee!*, Children of the Corn, Thirteen Ghosts, Happy Tree Friends Vol. 2, Poltergeist, Yellowcard's first cd, and Tsunami Bomb's cd, whom I saw at the Warped Tour and loved.
He didn't have to get me all of that. I'm fairly easy to please, but the fact of the matter is that he bought me things that I liked. Things that I wanted. How many people actually think about what they buy others? I've prided myself on figuring out neat things to get people, but most people just give you a card with money in it. No one knows anyone else enough to buy them something that they would like. So, it makes me happy that he does know me.
We rescue Mary's (Sam's mom) kitten from her dog the other day, and took it home with us. She was biting it and swinging it around with her jaws, and hurt her enough that the poor thing pooed on itself. No playing around with it. We took it inside and cleaned it off, and took it home and gave it an offical bath. I'm calling her Petunia: she's black, but half of her face is this pretty mocha color. Hansel didn't even hiss at her.
Birthday party is Thursday. Sam said that he invited Eryn, Justin, Mandy, and Morgan, and some other people, but I can't remember. I've been cleaning up since. Hopefully, there won't be anyone there this time to make comments on my house, and how inadequate one thing or another is. I'm not sure if he's trying to get Tiffany and Jeremiah to come or not, since they have to work that night. Debbers and Meteor are having finals this week, or that's the last thing I've heard. (Debs, the concert rocked, and thanks for helping Sam and I out. We really appreciate it.)
Magen still hasn't paid me back. I didn't want to ask he for it today, since today's her birthday. That's shitty. But I do need it before I move.
I started drawing comics again.
He gave me a Conker shirt *squee!*, Children of the Corn, Thirteen Ghosts, Happy Tree Friends Vol. 2, Poltergeist, Yellowcard's first cd, and Tsunami Bomb's cd, whom I saw at the Warped Tour and loved.
He didn't have to get me all of that. I'm fairly easy to please, but the fact of the matter is that he bought me things that I liked. Things that I wanted. How many people actually think about what they buy others? I've prided myself on figuring out neat things to get people, but most people just give you a card with money in it. No one knows anyone else enough to buy them something that they would like. So, it makes me happy that he does know me.
We rescue Mary's (Sam's mom) kitten from her dog the other day, and took it home with us. She was biting it and swinging it around with her jaws, and hurt her enough that the poor thing pooed on itself. No playing around with it. We took it inside and cleaned it off, and took it home and gave it an offical bath. I'm calling her Petunia: she's black, but half of her face is this pretty mocha color. Hansel didn't even hiss at her.
Birthday party is Thursday. Sam said that he invited Eryn, Justin, Mandy, and Morgan, and some other people, but I can't remember. I've been cleaning up since. Hopefully, there won't be anyone there this time to make comments on my house, and how inadequate one thing or another is. I'm not sure if he's trying to get Tiffany and Jeremiah to come or not, since they have to work that night. Debbers and Meteor are having finals this week, or that's the last thing I've heard. (Debs, the concert rocked, and thanks for helping Sam and I out. We really appreciate it.)
Magen still hasn't paid me back. I didn't want to ask he for it today, since today's her birthday. That's shitty. But I do need it before I move.
I started drawing comics again.