Why is everyone a fucking ass? It seems to progress as I age. One less friend to talk to. They waste away and dim like a candle wick at its last breath. Perhaps Hanson was right when they said only one or two will last. It's not like I didn't know it was coming, but it's just that I'm want someone to talk to. Corey's in Richmond, the phone leaves ( Read more... )

Met Amanda Fucking Palmer, once again. This time I got more up close and personal. I told her that I am straight, but I was very gay for her. Her response? "WOO!" With arms in the air. I then asked for a kiss on the cheek and I returned the favor. Amazing that woman is. I still kick myself for not saying how much her music has done for me. ( Read more... )

I was squatting to pee on my toliet, that I just cleaned...(it was still wet from disinfectant and I didn't want it on my bum), and apparently I didn't quite squat back far enough. Because I peed in the floor, pretty much. Rather than stop my session, I just kept going and laughing. Which proves I am not only sleep deprived, I am also a loserface. ( Read more... )

Today was non-eventful. I smiled and secretly swooned over my boss. We did painting, after freeplay outside, with the kids. The theme was fall scene. He painted a very straight tree with gravestones at the bottom. I drew a large, elder tree with branches all over the place. Its leaves the color of fire. I put it in the dark, but made the tree glow ( Read more... )

I did taebo today. I still feel flabby. But, that will soon change. Huzzah.

Gotta go. Gotta pee. All in yo face.

Take it.

I will be seeing Amanda Palmer in November. Corey and I are fixing her food. To recieve love, kisses and merchandise. I love that woman. She writes what I feel, think, and see ( Read more... )

Haven't updated. Oh wells ( Read more... )

Everybody sucks.

End of rant.

Everyone seems to be dying now. It's quite depressing. My bestie's ex died in a car crash and my boy's cousin's mom just passed away. It's just that I hear about someone I know (in real life and spotlight) and they just go up and die. I realize that that is a way of life. It ends at some point. I learned that when I was a wee lass. That is nothing ( Read more... )

I feel icky and gross. Oh yeah, and bloated. Oh the joys of womanhood.

I'm spent. Give me a new body. Healthy and spry. No thin bitch body. I enjoy my thickness, thank you.