Holy SHIT! This page makes me feel so old. 16 seems so long ago. I miss you LIVEJOURNAL!

I can feel comfortable updating this thing anymore. I've grown and changed, and expierienced so much in the short years I've been writing here. It just seems like every time I update it's to whine and bitch about something. I'm not the same person I was when this was started; I look back on it and don't even understand my mind-set then ( Read more... )

I just discovered a quite large spider living in my scarf that's hanging on the iron lamp stand thingy in my room. Where the scarf is hanging over the rod it makes this little cave looking fold. I never even noticed there was a spider web in it. Despite my overwhelming fear of the little thing, I don't have the heart to hurt it. He looks so cozy ( Read more... )

Sometimes I want to know what people really think about me. I want to know true thoughts...not just what they would tell me to my face so they don't hurt me. Maybe I really don't.

Remind me who I am, again?

I'm not sick anymore, but there isn't a thing to do. I'm about to go through my entire phonebook calling people to come save me from myself.

It's friday night. I'm a loser.

Dearest Chelsey,

Only I am allowed to do that shit to people. Now you know.

Love,
The Wife

My internet is back starting Wednesday between the hours of 9-11AM. Someone should be at my house when the cable man comes, because I have this thing about not wanting to be at home alone when someone like that comes to fix something.

Dearest amanda,

you forgot to log out.

love,
the management

I feel good. Thank you for asking.

I NEVER HAVE ANYTHING TO POST ABOUT. I NEED MORE LIVEJOURNAL FRIENDS ( Read more... )

I'm not pregnant. Previous entries will tell you why I have withdrawn from Model. Thank you.

( FYI: I have the best friends ever. )