x75.
Oh. Right. I have this journal here, don't I? Horribly neglected.
Jesus, guys, I don't know what to say these days. So many things happen when I go out with friends or just cruising on my own and I think, "I can make a journal post about this so people don't think I've died." Then, I get home and completely blank.
I've noticed that lately... this trend every time I walk through the door of my house. I could be feeling great and overjoyed and altogether so positive after a night out with my pallies and as soon as I approach my front door, a shadow falls over my happy feelings. It's expected in a place full of melancholy people.
My birthday was a spectacular affair and I thank you all for the birthday wishes, even discedo users were nice enough to say something. Twenty-two has treated me well so far. It's cheesy to say, but I've been kinda enlightened by the whole thing, especially in terms of my dad. Let's just say I have no illusions about who he is anymore and don't hold him to this ideal version of a father I've had since I was a girl. Thus, my heart doesn't feel so constricted.
Hell, this summer in general has been awesome. For instance, I haven't seen one shitty movie at all at the theaters. Every flick has been gold in one way or another. Usually my luck isn't nearly that good.
With all that, I just have one last thing to say.
Tits.
Jesus, guys, I don't know what to say these days. So many things happen when I go out with friends or just cruising on my own and I think, "I can make a journal post about this so people don't think I've died." Then, I get home and completely blank.
I've noticed that lately... this trend every time I walk through the door of my house. I could be feeling great and overjoyed and altogether so positive after a night out with my pallies and as soon as I approach my front door, a shadow falls over my happy feelings. It's expected in a place full of melancholy people.
My birthday was a spectacular affair and I thank you all for the birthday wishes, even discedo users were nice enough to say something. Twenty-two has treated me well so far. It's cheesy to say, but I've been kinda enlightened by the whole thing, especially in terms of my dad. Let's just say I have no illusions about who he is anymore and don't hold him to this ideal version of a father I've had since I was a girl. Thus, my heart doesn't feel so constricted.
Hell, this summer in general has been awesome. For instance, I haven't seen one shitty movie at all at the theaters. Every flick has been gold in one way or another. Usually my luck isn't nearly that good.
With all that, I just have one last thing to say.
Tits.