ignore a problem and gain an alliance
after 19 years father should know i don't like mixed vegetables, at all.
work is good, i feel accomplished.
two of my real journals have gone missing. a lot of thoughts in those books. not like on here were i leave a good 75% of my thoughts in my head.
i hate getting comments in the 'real world'(work, home, 321) [wait is 321 even real?] but i love getting them in 'internet world' (lj, myspace). well now sometimes one or two nice things said are uplifting in 'real world' but if it is said more then that it makes that comment become a slut.
ran so hard today. five miles in forty five minutes. after that some serious emotions hit me. so i cranked spice up your life in my car and honked at all the pedestrians.
this week is so very 'my life with out me.' i want to explain further but i don't have enough brain mass.
just took a short break and had something to eat (chicken breast, bread, warm tea).
i feel like i might tell lee, the cousin who lives with me. so i must make are relationship suck again.
i am just choosing the better of two evils is all. just like voting for a president. no, thats a bad metaphor. good was running but america voted the 'goodest' of the two. thats a i hate george w bush sentence there people. um, do i make sense when i am tired and un-medicated? i think not, sorry folks.
this really is for my family. well i tell myself that but i suppose some of it's for me as well.
tomorrow i want to buy myself some nicer underwear. i only have three pairs i like cause 'the boy' took one pair home with him as some sort of souvenir. i would have done the same but he didn't bring any.
i never learned to spell because i learned spell check first, damn computers!!
still no word from the man who ran into my car with me in it causing me severe back pain insurance. i should call someone about that. if i didn't take offense to being called a fagot i'd call him a fagot.
spell check just told me fagot is spelled with one 'g' i was under the influence of jane fonda's work out tapes so i thought it was spelt with two g's. i am such a little rascal.
and they lived happily ever after, the end.
work is good, i feel accomplished.
two of my real journals have gone missing. a lot of thoughts in those books. not like on here were i leave a good 75% of my thoughts in my head.
i hate getting comments in the 'real world'(work, home, 321) [wait is 321 even real?] but i love getting them in 'internet world' (lj, myspace). well now sometimes one or two nice things said are uplifting in 'real world' but if it is said more then that it makes that comment become a slut.
ran so hard today. five miles in forty five minutes. after that some serious emotions hit me. so i cranked spice up your life in my car and honked at all the pedestrians.
this week is so very 'my life with out me.' i want to explain further but i don't have enough brain mass.
just took a short break and had something to eat (chicken breast, bread, warm tea).
i feel like i might tell lee, the cousin who lives with me. so i must make are relationship suck again.
i am just choosing the better of two evils is all. just like voting for a president. no, thats a bad metaphor. good was running but america voted the 'goodest' of the two. thats a i hate george w bush sentence there people. um, do i make sense when i am tired and un-medicated? i think not, sorry folks.
this really is for my family. well i tell myself that but i suppose some of it's for me as well.
tomorrow i want to buy myself some nicer underwear. i only have three pairs i like cause 'the boy' took one pair home with him as some sort of souvenir. i would have done the same but he didn't bring any.
i never learned to spell because i learned spell check first, damn computers!!
still no word from the man who ran into my car with me in it causing me severe back pain insurance. i should call someone about that. if i didn't take offense to being called a fagot i'd call him a fagot.
spell check just told me fagot is spelled with one 'g' i was under the influence of jane fonda's work out tapes so i thought it was spelt with two g's. i am such a little rascal.
and they lived happily ever after, the end.