Old habbits die fast...
So I was listening to Combi-Christ in my car today, the Marilyn Manson of techno, and I had an overwhelming urge to do acid and masturbate with glow stix. Lately I've been missing my rambling. I miss being a rolling stone. But then when I come home, to MY home, and I crawl in bed with Jared, breathe him in and look around. I know, I've got it made. No amount of acid or pleasure with glow stix could even come close. lol. The worst of my problems right now is finding a place for my wedding reception. Everything is booked. My hopes are for the casino. It's beautiful on the top floor. The banquet room. Rob, Jared's dad works there and can perhaps pull some strings. I do hope. The reception will a DRY one. As in, no alcohol will be served. Sparkling grape cider. MmMmMmMmMm... Everyone wants to know why and I get to say "my fiance and I are recovering alcoholics." lol. I'm still homesick. I was hoping to come home in July, but the wedding was pushed forward to July so I prolly wont be able to come home this year -tear- I miss you all. And my dear mountains.
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