Apparently, I'm not loved. Humph.

Please Don't Divorce Us. Honestly, this gives me hope that the Family still has good folk in it. It also angers me that they're trying it. (Sidenote: Da-ee found out about this and stated he would go to California himself to protest. Buh? My father? Since gay folk were abiding by law, he maintains that the ( Read more... )

Regardless of how old I get or how big I get, I still sit on my father's knee-recliner and read The Night Before Christmas, which mind you, is pop-up edition, and I tore to hell when I was a baby ( Read more... )

I think my body is subconsciously trying to restart itself.

I didn't go to bed at all when I got home from my last day at the Floor. I packed, met with my mechanic for lunch, then gallivanted to Bluejay's and Batman's in order for Kayrin to pick me up. I was awake something like 20 hours. I ended up falling asleep in the car, then collapsing ( Read more... )