OPEN MY MOUF YOU SEE MO' CARATS THAN A SALAD.
I'm horrible with this thing now. I used to update everyday, hell, multiple times a day. Now I can't seem to find a spare minute for this.
Well, here comes the catching up schpiel.
My laptop has decided to die on me, 3 times to be exact. The first two, my Windows crashed (yes, both FUCKING times). The first time it crashed, I had a new hard drive installed. The second time it crashed, it just needed Windows reinstalled. So yeah, and it's still being a piece of shit. Because after all that, the plug in in the back for the adapter BROKE THE FUCK OFF. So now, I have a fixed computer that has a dead battery and can't charge up.
How fucking fun. Also, I ended up losing EVERYTHING I had. There went all of my pictures for the past 3 years, all of my journal codes for spiffy journals, all of my programs (PHOTOSHOP & MACROMEDIA FLASH RIP), and pretty much my entire soul died that day.
Anyways, I'm going to just give this laptop to my brother, let him deal with all the bullcrap it comes with, and I'm either going to get the XPS laptop from dell, or a Powerbook. It'll have to wait a while though, this house thing comes first!
Our house hunt is going. We're still in the "cleaning up our credit" stage, but I say by the end of March we'll be closing on a house. HOW EXCITING.
Craig and I's ONE YEAR anniversary was last Tuesday.
Yeah, can you believe it? It's already been a year for us. It doesn't even feel like it's been this long, but it has, and I honestly could not be happier. I have found someone that makes me feel so good, and I am so happy.
In other news, I am in the designing stages for some half sleeves on my arms. Yes, both of them. My friend Grayson is a super, amazing artist, and he and I are working on my awesome sleeves. They will rule, and everyone will be uber jealous. I'm not one to randomly tattoo shit onto my body. I like to plan, because hello, this shit is on you for the rest of your LIFE. I also want to make sure that every part of the tattoos blend well together. Again, plastering random shit on yourself = fucking stupid.
So yes, Samantha's life is going very well. My days are filled with work, fun, and love.
It's amazing. My life is fucking amazing.
&PS; Adriana and I hit up the club last weekend and had a fucking blast and a half. ENVY US BITCHES.
and fuck an LJ cut.
THE END. UNTIL, YOU KNOW, I FUCKING REMEMBER TO UPDATE THIS AGAIN.