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The Day After Christmas Bitch Fest: <---- colon
Often, I gauge any relationship, friend or foe, on whether or not that person could be written into A Story About Orion. You are all very lucky the story is mostly complete or else the castlist would be dwindling right now. Note: originally dwindling was spelled dwingling.
First of all, for the record, let's get something straight, I don't know if you know, BUT the day I met Adam I put him directly into my story. Unfortunately with the story mostly done, there was little room for change. Which persuaded me to create an entirely different story in his image. Which I did. Adam got his own series -- I'm going to marry him someday. I love him in the complete and it's killing me that he's not here right now. Killing me. KILLING ME.
And speaking of future roommates (yeah, read into it), the only time I ever really get to hang out with Caitlin Durante is when I have absolutely nothing to do or there's alcohol present. What are the two main criteria for winter break? Absolutely nothing to do and alcohol present. Where the shit is she.
People here suck. I'm not having any fun. I'm bored out of my mind.
Although I like the baby. The funny thing is we have completely different sleep schedules a la I don't get up until seven pm and he's going to bed. Later, I will negate this statement and you will call my an "ugly hypocrit", without the 'e' at the end. Read on.
Mom is awesome. Except sort of kind of distant. I need lots of attention. I'm not getting it.
Dad sucks. He's not even fun to fight with anymore. I don't listen to anything he has to say. I got him a loufa for Christmas. I prefer him as a drunk. At least then there was a little mystery to our father-son bond.
I can't sleep. The cat is doing this thing that she has NEVER done before. Whenever I'm around she needs constant attention and cuddles until I fall asleep and then proceeds to do tricks to be the center of attention. So she's running around, jumping on things, making the world her scratching post, and it's really loud. So I hit her in the face twenty times but that doesn't help so I go and sleep on the couch but when I want to sleep everyone else is awake so they wake me up so I go back upstairs and Fiona cuddles and then shows off. I want to go back to school. Where we have a really loud air conditioning that drowns noise. Like Cirque de Rexey Frenchey.
I'm convinced this is my sister's fault for not letting me keep the cat at her house in a room that no one ever uses and coming over every other day to change the litter and water which, evidently, is unacceptable to my brother-in-law. You know what's unacceptable? Your life, Ronald Allen Stackhouse. Since my sister wears the pants in every relationship she's ever been in, I'm pretty sure she could have let me keep the cat there. So, we're not speaking. Minus Christmas day because it was Christmas but mostly because I was tanked out of my mind and passed out at 5 pm.
Lindsay Riberio. I've seen her once since I've been home. I think we're victim of cirucmstances/victims of circumstance. Except I only want to see Lindsay Riberio (solo) and she keeps doing things where its not just us (not solo). I don't like anyone else (solo). And I spent way too much money on presents (not solo) and I just want to give them to her (solo) but she's doing other things (not solo) and by others thing I mean other people (not solo) and I'm blissfully jealous (solo).
I vaguely like Sarah Hudson. But only because I think she likes me again. But she's in Utah doing things with mountains and Mormons and alliteration.
I sent Melissa Crotti a text message the other day. She didn't respond. I bet she sent Kerri a text message. I've totally fucked that one up. And her too. God, the damage I'm capable of doing. More blissfull jealousy. ...But... this one is more justified.
And just for the record, I don't like Samantha Hostettler.
Dear Adam,
Buy a black stead and come save me from this nightmare. I will be dropping my hair from the north tower from now until eternity/2007.
Love, Me.
Often, I gauge any relationship, friend or foe, on whether or not that person could be written into A Story About Orion. You are all very lucky the story is mostly complete or else the castlist would be dwindling right now. Note: originally dwindling was spelled dwingling.
First of all, for the record, let's get something straight, I don't know if you know, BUT the day I met Adam I put him directly into my story. Unfortunately with the story mostly done, there was little room for change. Which persuaded me to create an entirely different story in his image. Which I did. Adam got his own series -- I'm going to marry him someday. I love him in the complete and it's killing me that he's not here right now. Killing me. KILLING ME.
And speaking of future roommates (yeah, read into it), the only time I ever really get to hang out with Caitlin Durante is when I have absolutely nothing to do or there's alcohol present. What are the two main criteria for winter break? Absolutely nothing to do and alcohol present. Where the shit is she.
People here suck. I'm not having any fun. I'm bored out of my mind.
Although I like the baby. The funny thing is we have completely different sleep schedules a la I don't get up until seven pm and he's going to bed. Later, I will negate this statement and you will call my an "ugly hypocrit", without the 'e' at the end. Read on.
Mom is awesome. Except sort of kind of distant. I need lots of attention. I'm not getting it.
Dad sucks. He's not even fun to fight with anymore. I don't listen to anything he has to say. I got him a loufa for Christmas. I prefer him as a drunk. At least then there was a little mystery to our father-son bond.
I can't sleep. The cat is doing this thing that she has NEVER done before. Whenever I'm around she needs constant attention and cuddles until I fall asleep and then proceeds to do tricks to be the center of attention. So she's running around, jumping on things, making the world her scratching post, and it's really loud. So I hit her in the face twenty times but that doesn't help so I go and sleep on the couch but when I want to sleep everyone else is awake so they wake me up so I go back upstairs and Fiona cuddles and then shows off. I want to go back to school. Where we have a really loud air conditioning that drowns noise. Like Cirque de Rexey Frenchey.
I'm convinced this is my sister's fault for not letting me keep the cat at her house in a room that no one ever uses and coming over every other day to change the litter and water which, evidently, is unacceptable to my brother-in-law. You know what's unacceptable? Your life, Ronald Allen Stackhouse. Since my sister wears the pants in every relationship she's ever been in, I'm pretty sure she could have let me keep the cat there. So, we're not speaking. Minus Christmas day because it was Christmas but mostly because I was tanked out of my mind and passed out at 5 pm.
Lindsay Riberio. I've seen her once since I've been home. I think we're victim of cirucmstances/victims of circumstance. Except I only want to see Lindsay Riberio (solo) and she keeps doing things where its not just us (not solo). I don't like anyone else (solo). And I spent way too much money on presents (not solo) and I just want to give them to her (solo) but she's doing other things (not solo) and by others thing I mean other people (not solo) and I'm blissfully jealous (solo).
I vaguely like Sarah Hudson. But only because I think she likes me again. But she's in Utah doing things with mountains and Mormons and alliteration.
I sent Melissa Crotti a text message the other day. She didn't respond. I bet she sent Kerri a text message. I've totally fucked that one up. And her too. God, the damage I'm capable of doing. More blissfull jealousy. ...But... this one is more justified.
And just for the record, I don't like Samantha Hostettler.
Dear Adam,
Buy a black stead and come save me from this nightmare. I will be dropping my hair from the north tower from now until eternity/2007.
Love, Me.