Lemonade
I feel like ranting a lot right now. But I don't want to be a bother.
Little things really do drive me nuts. Kenny stage diving at Moneen. Wrestling with Rob for 15 mintues and finally coming up with his sock. Bleach Kool Aid.
I remembered something a little while ago. I was in like first grade and I forgot to bring a snack to school. My teacher was like "_____ has an orange. The white stuff on the other side of the peel is edible." And I ate it and didn't complain. I'm realizing now what a shitty deal that was. But I've been eating the white stuff ever since.
This moving thing has been on my mind a lot. I'm not even sure it's actually happening. Denis may have rented his apartment to someone else today, so he might actually end up moving in here. Yet, we all know how crappy that is. Four people needing to share one bathroom? And that's just the first of it. This house is nice and all, but it's simply not big enough for all of us.
I think about it, and now that we've talked about it, I want to move. Yet then I really think about it and I want to stay. I'm really torn up about the whole thing. I'm pulling my hair out about it.
It'll be cool to have cats again though. Wherever Denis goes, his black cat Lovey and calico Dovey are going with him. And since he's going where we're going...cats. I'm going crazy with only having Lily around. And I'm also claiming a shelf that Denis has in his basement. It's a huge red and white double shelf that I think I'm going to paint yellow or aqua blue to go along with my "you're gonna go blind with the bright color" room scheme.
I love Rob so much. I was laying on his couch earlier and feeling shitty even though I didn't want to. And I started crying for nearly no reason and he just held me and told me I could cry if I needed to and other things. And later on when I was feeling a bit better and he was trying to get up, I attached myself to him and held on tight and wouldn't let him get up. We wrestled like this for ten minutes maybe, unless my timing is way off. I ended up on the floor holding one of his socks. He puts up with stuff from me and loves me despite all. I'm so lucky to have him, it's crazy.
So in musical news....
Saturday, February 14
Howie Day
plus specuial guests Stereophonics
Monday, April 19
Damien Rice
plus special guest The Frames
I'm going to both. If I don't, there will be so much hell to pay. I'm gonna buy Howie a rose at his show, since it's on V-day. But apparently he's a "stuck up little shit" and wont care. Oh well!
I suppose that's all for now.
Little things really do drive me nuts. Kenny stage diving at Moneen. Wrestling with Rob for 15 mintues and finally coming up with his sock. Bleach Kool Aid.
I remembered something a little while ago. I was in like first grade and I forgot to bring a snack to school. My teacher was like "_____ has an orange. The white stuff on the other side of the peel is edible." And I ate it and didn't complain. I'm realizing now what a shitty deal that was. But I've been eating the white stuff ever since.
This moving thing has been on my mind a lot. I'm not even sure it's actually happening. Denis may have rented his apartment to someone else today, so he might actually end up moving in here. Yet, we all know how crappy that is. Four people needing to share one bathroom? And that's just the first of it. This house is nice and all, but it's simply not big enough for all of us.
I think about it, and now that we've talked about it, I want to move. Yet then I really think about it and I want to stay. I'm really torn up about the whole thing. I'm pulling my hair out about it.
It'll be cool to have cats again though. Wherever Denis goes, his black cat Lovey and calico Dovey are going with him. And since he's going where we're going...cats. I'm going crazy with only having Lily around. And I'm also claiming a shelf that Denis has in his basement. It's a huge red and white double shelf that I think I'm going to paint yellow or aqua blue to go along with my "you're gonna go blind with the bright color" room scheme.
I love Rob so much. I was laying on his couch earlier and feeling shitty even though I didn't want to. And I started crying for nearly no reason and he just held me and told me I could cry if I needed to and other things. And later on when I was feeling a bit better and he was trying to get up, I attached myself to him and held on tight and wouldn't let him get up. We wrestled like this for ten minutes maybe, unless my timing is way off. I ended up on the floor holding one of his socks. He puts up with stuff from me and loves me despite all. I'm so lucky to have him, it's crazy.
So in musical news....
Saturday, February 14
Howie Day
plus specuial guests Stereophonics
Monday, April 19
Damien Rice
plus special guest The Frames
I'm going to both. If I don't, there will be so much hell to pay. I'm gonna buy Howie a rose at his show, since it's on V-day. But apparently he's a "stuck up little shit" and wont care. Oh well!
I suppose that's all for now.