leaving/moving on sunday. ok.

i get so scared of losing people. if they know how i really feel, won't they just want to cast me aside until i'm "normal"? until i'm good enough to even be around ( Read more... )

shut up shut up shut the fucking fuck up please hang up oh my god die and drop the phone i don't care i don't care i don't care i don't care oh thank you.

ugh. lesson #1: NEVER ANSWER THE PHONE UNLESS YOU'RE SURE OF WHO IS CALLING.

MY LAST UPDATE FOR TONIGHT:

one of my ex-co-workers from sears is on here. HILARITY. his name=paul. he quit his job to do this contest. again, hilarity.

i'm sick of seeing boys with that longish, shaggy hair.
if you're trying to look older, you're failing.

HAHAHAHAHA. YOU MUST READ THIS.

( PROTEST SKINNY PUPPY CONCERT! )

i've never had a time where it's felt like i've done so much but done so little. does that make sense? i feel accomplished, though i've done nothing. bizarre, i know ( Read more... )

it's going to take a lot longer to go to sleep tonight than usual. i must admit, it is rather pathetic that i have trouble sleeping if i don't talk to you. my routine has been [temporarily] thrown out the window. all i can think is WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO. again, "rather pathetic."

short version: these few nights are going to suck.

sweet, innocent Thelma. her old age has brought a sort of innocence and naiveté that a young child would possess. i'm sure in her world, nothing like felching or fisting exist. all that concerns Thelma is finding the right pillows; the right kind of support that she needs. i'm sure "donkey punch" isn't in her vocabulary. i'm sure she is a treasure ( Read more... )

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