locked lips

Jul 15, 2005 19:00

I'm locked out of my room. Oh boy.
I've been going to the gym and eating well and such. Why the fuck am I doing that. I am being mean to my inner fatness.
So this is a sad girl who writes plays about things that no one gets. I like that. I should be that enigmatic. And I sooo am.
Ilan is kicked out, but is hanging around for the next few days. It's so sad because he's such a little boy. And we forget that sometimes. I wish I could tell him that everything would be ok and have him believe me. Because I know these things.
Ben Carson is dead. I will fucking kill that bastard if he ever gets near to Shyang again. We all knew he was violent, but it still was kind of shocking, just being there.
Hopefully Ilan will leave soon, and the drama will go with him.
Mom is coming up on Wednesday to see me perform. Whoot.
Jamie will be home in five days and thenn I will call her and we will be all happy and shit.
Home should be here.
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