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Thursday, May 8th, 2008
2:05 pm
Meh ... I will have blue hair I will have blue hair I will have blue hair. My hair dye should be here by the 12th. Much YAYness. I still need to find a wig.
I was thinking about Adam yesterday. And how much I miss him and that I wish I could have spent some more time with him before he died. Idk, meybe his path did lead him somewhat in a negative direction. You should remember people the way you want to remember them. He was a really good person, and he will never be forgotten.
I miss Jared too. I miss a lot of my friends. I feel so isolated. Blah! I hate being a grown up with responsibilities. Like work, and paying bills. I don't mind it, per say, it just takes up so much time. Although, I did get out of work at 9 this morning. Hurray for Mary and her amazing overtime skillllzzz. Since I got home, I did dishes, the bunny cages, cleaned up the kitchen, did some laundry, emptied the ashtrays, watched some Slayers (that 22 gb better be worth something, damnit!) and I'm making some cookies!
I finally got my external hd the other day. Hopefully, it won't crash, like I hear every single external does. Matt said as long as I scan everything for viruses before I put it on there it should be fine. AHHHH!! I have no more milk for my cookies, cos Matt must have used it all. Damnit, I hate when he does that! Ha, it's funny, Matt is completely incapable of making cookies, cos he burns 'em like a sob. He also cannot make pancakes. Or eggs. Fwah. Finally, I can do stuff that someone else can't. But, he can still pee standing up.
And I don't have to work tomorrow. Yay! We were supposed to go to a midnight showing of Speed Racer tonight, but Vero is the closest that's having a midnight showing. Blargh for going all the way to Vero. I'd do it for Pan's Labyrinth ... but not for Speed Racer.
Well, I finally got to talk to Jeff the other night. That kid ... fucking has become terrible at returning calls. I have to act like I thought he died or something for him to call me back. I informed him that Malcolm McDowell *and* George Romero are going to be at ScreamFest this year. As soon as I told him, he's like, yep, I'm going. ::snort:: Yeah right. Only if his mommy pays for him. He's talking about moving near Barry is Rio in a trailer for 600 a month ... no way would I pay that much money for an effing trailer. It better be one of those nice once, like my grandmother lives it, but I know it's not, cos it's Rio and I know the neighborhood. That is a shitty neighborhood. There's always drug deals going on ... well, it's a good place for him to score his pills (lol). Ah, Jeff, what a jerk, but I still lubs him so and he is still my buscus, and always will be.
Well, time to watch more Slayers.

current mood: meh

(tell the truth)

Thursday, December 21st, 2006
5:42 am - That sound when it's over ...
I think I'm going to cry ... I keep waking up with these weird panic attacks. My chest hurts and I can't sleep.

(tell the truth)

Friday, December 15th, 2006
1:45 am - I'm always sad ...
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly go the days.

Sunrise, sunset.
You wake up, then you undress.
It always is the same.

A sunrise and a sunset.
You are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain.
The sunrise and the sun sets you realize
and then you forget what you have been trying to retain.

But everybody knows that it is all about the things
that get stuck inside of your head,
like the songs your roommate sings
or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed.
She raised her hands in the air and asked you,
When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
Because you have changed.
Yeah, you have changed.

Sunrise, sunset.
You are hopeful and then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With each sunrise and sunset there is a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?

For a sunrise or a sunset.
You are manic or you're depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?

It's a sunrise or sunset, your lover is an actress.
Did you really think she would stay?
For a sunrise or sunset.
You are either coming or you just left but you are always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.
To the sunrise and the sunset.
The master and his servant have exactly the same fate.
It's a sunrise and a sunset.
From a cradle to a casket.
There is no way to escape.
The sunrise and the sunset.
Hold your sadness like a puppet, just keep putting on the play.

But everything you do is leading to the point
where you just won't know what to do.
And at that moment you may laugh
but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.

So it's true, the trick is complete.
Now you have become everything you said that you never would be.
You're a fool! You're a fool!

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset.
The sunrise and the sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Go home to your apartment
and put the cassette in the tape deck and let that fever play.
Sunrise, sunset.
Where are you Arienette?
Where are you Arienette?

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Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
10:48 pm
Back on the net after what seems like forever (2 months really). Getting rid of some older non-friends. Dirt's gone. Ariell's gone. Don't really care much about either of them anymore. I don't need people around that are going to down me all the time.
I'm busy with work. Got out around 5, when I went in at 6 this morning. Today is the BakeSale, so everyone is there, except for me, who had to work all day. I really don't mind working all the time. As long as I have something to do at work. Nobody has any idea how much lag time I have at work all the time.
For those who don't know, I live alone now in Jensen Beach, with my 2 cats and my 2 rabbits. Matt and I have "officially" been together for a little more than a month. He's so sweet. I think I bug him cos I "do stuff for him". Jeez, I am Momma. That's what I do. I'm not really good company (although he thinks I am), so I have to take care of everyone. Makes me feel useful and important. He thinks I'm the most hilarious person ever. He's funny, but not in an obvious way. At work, for no reason, I got the "I like potatoes" bit in my head. Cracked me up. I needed some laughter, since there is this huge fucking rat in my store, and SteriTech is due any day now. Great, I can just imagine her seeing it and shutting us down, and it'll be in the papers, and blah blah.
The SLPS MySpace page has been deleted. Highly suspect it's Ariell. Oh well. I'll just have to start over. At least this way, it gives us a fresh start, and we won't have to worry about anyone else getting a hold of our site.

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Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
8:51 pm - Life or something like it
I'm a jealous person. I realize that deep down. But I don't want other people to act like that with me. I'm jealous and hypocritical. Oh well.
Moved into my apartment. I'm all alone. Sometimes it's weird. Lonely.
I don't really know what I want. Do I really want Matt? I like hanging out with him any being with him, but that's how it always starts. Then it goes to the inevitable downward spiral of decay. Whatever I am doing is making him like me more. Though whatever that is elludes me. He really is the sweetest guy I know. I just don't want to hurt him. We're supposed to be going to RHPS on friday if his dad will give us a ride. He still won't ask me ... and I know it's because I said no before. I can't always get what I want. Then again, meybe I'm not what he wants. Meybe I am just some chick he likes hanging out with because he doesn't want to be at home. Meybe that's all I am to him. I guess that's okay ... not like I could make him see me as more if I wanted to. I can't make people do or feel any certain way just because I want them to.
I'm loosing too much weight. Weird for me to say that. I look in the mirror and my cheeks look gaunt and sunken in. My hipbones stick out a lot. Meybe I'm just being over analytical.

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Monday, September 11th, 2006
1:38 pm
Oh yeah, in case you haven't noticed, most of my LJ is going to be friends only again. You gotta understand, there's a lot of weirdos out there. I am one of them, but not in that way.
You know the drill, comment and say something witty and I'll probably add you.

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Sunday, July 30th, 2006
12:00 am
I hate people who lie to me. Hate it hate it, fucking hate it!!! Especially, when I ask you straight up. Everyone knows that if you're honest with me, even if it's in a scandelous way, at least you're not fucking lying, and I'll respect you more in the end. Like Jeff-o, at least he admitted that he said he was still in love with me to try to fuck me. Yeah, I did resent him for a while. But at least he fucking fessed up to it. Loren ... he fucking knew everything with Jeff. He knew how upset it made me. Yet, what the fuck is he doing right now. He has a fucking girlfriend. He lives with her. He's only being nice to me because he wants someone to fuck while he's down here. What? You can't go without sex for a week, you cocksucker?
A lot of emotions going through me at once. It's after 12 and I have to be up at 5 and I can't sleep cos I'm upset. I'm talking to him right now. And ... I dunno ... I do love Loren. He's been my friend forever. And you know what, he should fucking know better.
He's now turning it around on me, in this boo-hoo, I've had a shitty week type of deal. Here, I'll let you borrow my emo glasses and you can knit a sweater.

I hate life.

current mood: crushed

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Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
11:14 am
Got drunk and went to the poolhall last night. Why is is that I am soooo much better when I'm drunk? It's like the Family Guy episode when Peter can only play the piano when he's drunk. It kind of sucks. Because a lot of the time when I'm sober, I play really bad. I just wish that my playing was consistant.
I am sad. So sad that I was close to crying. Elvira is *not* going to be at ScreamFest. I saw that, and my heart sank. It really did. I love Elvira, she is my idol. She should hold classes on that tastle-twirling trick. But Voltaire will be there Friday night, cos he's actually performing. Which will be e-xXx-celent. I'm going to buy all his cds. I don't know if the Spectremen are going to be there or not. Green Goblin Project will. We better get there early enough to catch Voltaire.
More in private.

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Monday, July 24th, 2006
5:19 pm
Well. Dirt has what he wanted. What he used to have. A fucking party house. That's what the farmhouse was. That's what his mom's house was. That's what he made our home. He never wanted a real home with me. That's all Dirt is ever going to do. Party, and let people fuck up his house. He doesn't care. He'll never be anything in life at all. Whatever. Fuck him. Is he better off without me? Doubtful, very doubtful. Let him dig himself deeper and deeper. That's not the life I want to be a part of. So what if I'm too much of a homebody? So what if I don't want tons of people over every fucking night till all hours of the morning? That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me. Dirt can live his shitty life exactly the way he wants to. Now, I wouldn't go back if someone fucking paid me. NOt because I don't love him, because I do. But, I refuse to live my life in this constant downward spiral. I'm not going to dig myself into a hole I can't get out of. I'm not going to let anyone run my life. I am no one's fucking groupie. I am not a follower. I do not listen to commands.
I miss Loren. ::sniff sniff:: I will see him in like 2 months though. Jeff-o better not fuck it up though. I guess before they were going to hang out with Rachel, but Jeff-o didn't want to, cos I guess, he's got some weird, imaginable "issues" with her. I really don't see how. I know Jack and his gf and Pete all want to hang out with him. Seriously, if Jeff tries to prevent Loren from hanging out with us, just cos I'm there. Fuck. I'll go to wherever the two of them are, grab Loren, give Jeff the finger, and we'll just dip. And then I will have my nectarine all to myself. MWAHAHAHA!! Mine Mine Mine!
After I left work Saturday, like 40 minutes later, the power shut off (tansformer blew). The power was off for 9 hours. So, when I came into work this morning, all these carts of frozen shit were jammed in my freezer, so I couldn't get anything out. This lady was like, what, there's no frozen, I can't get my chicken? Um ... well, if it's frozen ... and the freezers are down ... then ... I guess that means you can't get it! People are so dumb sometimes. I left at like 12:30, because I had packed out pretty much everything and there was nothing left to do whatsoever. Debbie left early (thank God). All she does is bitch about everything and everyone. Annoying.
Went and saw Clerks 2 last night. Really funny. Oh yes it was. And they played King Diamond!!!! WOOOOOOO!!! Best part of the movie!!

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Tuesday, July 18th, 2006
10:41 am
::sighs:: If I could have a "super-hero" power, it would be mind reading. Not like on that BtVS ep, that she couldn't control it and it was driving her insane. Although, for me, reading people is second nature. I don't even really have to think about it, it's just there. But sometimes, I just want to know people's true intentions. Just so I don't second guess myself constantly. I dunno. Maybe I'm just nosy. Hehe.
Steve and Anna came over the other night and we were playing the EVPs we had recorded. Steve thought they were crazy. I'm just not really phased by any of it.
I am networking a lot for the SLPS page on MySpace. We have like 141 friends on it. Not trying to play the numbers game, but, you know, that's more people that know who we are. And we've only been around for a little more than a month. Haha, Dirt was telling me before that Iron Lung has been on MySpace for over a year, and they don't have as many as we do. Well, whatever. He's on MySpace. Big woop. I am starting to care less and less. You know, he was putting these conditions on me, like, well, if you get your own place and a car and you came and found me, that would matter. What??! So, me listening to him and actually caring *doesn't* matter? F him. He was telling me that Autumn is kind of stealing money from him. He was saying that he's never at him, so he can't sell pot to many people, and he just leaves it with her to sell to whomever stops by. He said that she'll sell an ounce for 100, but only give him 80 and she'll front it to people and not pay him for like a week. And that he isn't making any money at all, he just gets back what he paid for it. Well. that's his problem. He lets people walk all over him and doesn't stand up for himself. Whatever. He can deal with the situation he put himself in.
Anyhow. I am going to ScreamFest!!! Lips (from RHPS) is going to be there. And so is Elvira (my idol!) and Voltaire!!! OMFG! It's going to be wonderful. I am very excited.
I am off work today, so I am going to clean up my room.
Later (even though no one reads this at all)

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Sunday, July 16th, 2006
5:09 pm - Just let her crash and burn, she'll learn; the attention just encourages her
Me, Jared, Ariell, Rachel, Lance and their friend Tim all went to Rebar after I got out of work Friday (since I didn't have to work on Saturday). It was fun. I ran into TJ and Hollis. WTF!!! Damn, I haven't seen Hollis since some time at Dirt's moms house when he was making his weird attempts to hit on me (like always). What the hell was he doing at Rebar? Afterwards we went to Perkins. I hadn't been to Perkins in a long while, so I had forgotten that their iced tea is the most disgusting thing on earth. I would rather drink a glass of piss. Actually, their food all around is crap-tastic in general. But where else is there to go at 2:30 in the morning? Besides Dennys, that Ariell refuses to eat at. I didn't end up getting home and going to bed until after 5. *Then* I still woke up at 8 in the morning.
Yesterday I got Reno 911 Season 3 dvd. Very funny. Just like the other 2.
I can't recall if I mentioned that we do have a date for Rhode Island. It's the weekend of the 24th in August. So I *am* going to miss Aghora. That makes me sad. But, I'm going to meet Keith and that makes me happy. I guess we're going to be on his tv show or something up there. Not sure what that is all about. I do *not* want to lug all our equipment up to Rhode Island though.
I was supposed to dye mine and Jeff's hair today, but it is getting late. I think he's still mowing the lawn. Procrastinator.
I love my cats. They are the best and most beautiful cats in the world. And they're all mine!!
I haven't talked to Dirt for 10 days. I knew he'd stop caring eventually.
There still is shit going on with SLPS. I'm tired of the bickering and "oh he's a useless piece of shit" and blah blah. You know, these are people that you're supposed to be working with, not against. Get over yourselves, assholes. If you don't want to be a part of SLPS, then go away! There will be no "fringe members". And no, only if so and so isn't around. Fuck that. Shit. Grow up. If you have a problem with someone, fucking speak up and talk to them. It obviously can't be important enough if you're not interested in resolving it.

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Thursday, July 13th, 2006
2:50 pm
I have to close tomorrow night. The first time I've closed work in nearly 2 years. I hate that kid Jason. I can't believe all the shit he's getting away with. And for what? Just cos his dad is a lwayer, everyone's fucking scared? We're just getting really frustrated. Anyone else who came to work high all the time, called out every other day, came in late constantly, lies to everyone, sleeps in the back, talks on their phone all day, leaves their station for 1/2 hours at a time, is rude to practically every customer, and never does any work, would have been fired fucking months ago. But no. He's going to come in high off his fucking Oxys, hurt himself at work, and *then* his dad is going to sue. And you know what, that's their own fault.
Anyway. I went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean 2 yesterday. The beginning was actually starting to put me to sleep, cos the scenes were so dark. I didn't think it was as good as the first one. It was slightly predictable. But Davey Jones was cool. Heh ... Cthulhu. I went with Jared. Afterwards we hung out with Lance and Barry and Jeff and Chris. I was surprised they were at the mall on a Wed night/afternoon. I got the Voltaire comic book. I was fucking surprised that they had it in stock at Borders. They also had JTHM, but I already had a much nicer copy in hardcover. Then we all went to the pool hall and I actually got Jared to hang out there for awhile. I didn't end up getting home until almost 12, cos everyone else wanted to go eat. My legs have been cramping horribly today. Also, my feet keep falling asleep when I was at work, standing up all day. Weird. I don't know what's up with that.

current mood: hungry

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Wednesday, July 12th, 2006
12:41 pm - Ghosties dropping f-bombs
Jeff, Chris and myself were listening to the EVP session from Scartet O'Hara last night. Dood. That was some funny stuff right there. I think Chris went a little overboard with the whole provocation thing. He blames it on being really tired. We have a clip of him saying "dog ass" for no reason whatsoever. And he also mentions something about "did you get fucked in the ass with a wooden dildo?" What the fuck, Chris?!?! And yes. We *do* have an EVP of a ghosties dropping the f-bomb. I am *NOT* making this up. I caught it, actually. Chris and Jeff got the first part, but I heard "fucking". I was like, damn Chris, you pissed off George (the ghost who supposedly haunts it).

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Monday, July 10th, 2006
10:44 am
This past weekend was Jeff and mines 1 year anniversary of the fetish party. One year of lies. One year of cheating. One year of deceit. One year of broken hearts. One year of pain. One year of destruction. Jeff seems to think it's a good thing. It's not. I am such a dissapointment. I am such a fuck-up. We all have our alterior motives. I don't trust anyone. I don't even trust myself. I never make a good decision about anything. But would anyone else make a better one?
My cats are beautiful and I love them. They don't hate me cos I fuck up. They understand. Whenever I'm upset, they come to me and give me this look. Like, what's wrong Momma? They *look* concerned. What human being is really concerned for me?
I finally re-named Bun-Bun ... MeatWad. HAHAHAHA!!!

current mood: depressed

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Sunday, July 9th, 2006
5:05 pm
Me, Jeff and Chris finally sat down and talked. There have been numerous people who have apparently had a problem with Chris. All these problems are told to me. It appears that most of the problems have been a miscommunication issue. I hope that is all it is. I told Chris that I'm not in high school. I have not been in high school for 5 years. I am not going to put up with high school bullshit.
My cat is sitting right in front of my plate. I was eating crumb cake. The plate is empty, but he is like, guarding over it. And staring at it. Doood ... lay off the catnip. I love my kitties!

current mood: bored

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Thursday, July 6th, 2006
5:44 pm
I was late for work this morning by like 25 minutes. I totally feel right back to sleep after my alarm went off. Jeez. Mary is a dumbass.
People have these interesting ideas of how businesses work. This lady ordered a cake, with a kit that I didn't have, that I never freaking had, yet for some reason, the page ended up in my book (der!). I called her and told her and she started freaking out, and being kind of beligerant. The first thing she said when I told her I didn't have it was, "well, then do I get it for free?" ::insert blank stare:: Ummm ... NO! Then she just went on and on about how she *had* to have it. I already had called the island and Dan's store. Debbie called the one by her house. None of them had it. I told the lady that, which just was not good enough. She then asked me what was the closest store that had it. Dood, I am not calling every fucking Publix that exists, just to see if they have a toy, that is disconinued by the way. At the end of the phone call, she was like "remind your manager of the "publix promise", that if you don't have something advertised, I get it for free." What a cunt. Haha. I told Debbie that, and she was like, that is *not* the Public Promise, where the hell does she get that from? The Publix Promise, by the way, is something along the lines of, if you are ever dissatisfied in a product for any reason, you get a full refund. She said she was going to come in tomorrow at 9. I called Wedgewood, and thank fucking God, they had it. Not that I cared about making that insane woman happy, but just so I didn't have to deal with her anymore. I got the toy after work. Oh yeah, Jason called this morning. Claiming that he was in a car accident this morning, and the doctor said that he was going to be on disability for a month. Debbie told him just to bring in a doctors note. Six hours later, he calls back, had made a miraculous recovery, and he *could* come in to work. I told Debbie that he spent this whole time trying to make up a fake doctors note on his computer, and couldn't figure out how. Which is probably true. She was freaking out all day, because without him, we have no one to close 4 days a week. She was trying to schedule me, Katie, Shirley and Eve to close one night each a week ((even though we all work in the mornings all the time)). That kid ... is more of a pain in our asses than he is worth. Oh yeah, George came in today. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I love George. I am so, like, the daughter he never wanted, but has to deal with sometime anyway. He said he'd be back in a month or 2.
I just finished eating some chicken vindaloo leftovers and pizza. So now my belly is full, but I didn't eat anything all day, so it's okay.

current mood: full

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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006
3:06 am
Me, Ariell and Jeff went over to Jared's for the 4th. Mishy and Steve-o and Ashley and Pat her her baby were there also. Aubrey came over later also. Aubrey did not say a single thing to me all night. I talked to Mish a little, and nothing was really a big deal. I dunno what's going on with Aubrey. As soon as she got there, she stopped being social, and proceeded to spend the rest of the night with Aubrey, bitching about everyone. Okay. Whatever. Steve-o had these intestesting home-made launchers, which were quite entertaining. Heh. We blew up lots of stuff. I forgot how giddy Jared gets with fireworks. Funny. He starts giggling and running around all silly-like.
Jeff was starting to complain about wanting to go home at fucking 9:30. Neither me nor Ariell was prepared to leave. We didn't end up leaving until about 11:30. Ariell just actually left a few minutes ago. We were out back talking for a bit. Jeff is passed out. I am still wide awake. Nobody is up, save for me and Jeff's dad, but that man never really sleeps. If I'm ever with anyone long term, I couldn't deal with that. I am so used to sleeping next to someone every night, I often have a hard time falling asleep alone.
Alright, I can't think of anything left to type, so I guess I'll make some attempts to sleep.

current mood: awake

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Monday, July 3rd, 2006
1:37 pm
I am finally feeling better. I went back to work today and left a little before 1. I'm sure Debbie bitched about it after I left, but, ya know. I could have stayed home. Then what would she do. Probably the same as when I was out - NOTHING. Whatever. I have all my stuff done. Probably some more cupcakes tomorrow, but that's it.
Shit. I'm still coughing really hard, so hard that my stomach muscles hurt. Not cool.
We *still* don't have a set date for going up to Rhode Island to see Keith. What the fuck is that? I hate Jeff and Chris. Hate them, hate them, hate them. Yeah, I *can* get off any day I want ... to go do an investigation, not take 4-6 days off whenever I feel like it. I have to put in for vacation, and what if someone already has theirs? And if I'm not going, Jeff's not going, cos he's my ride to work. Did I mention I talked to Keith the other day, and told him that he sounds like Regis? Hehe. I think that he was quite a bit taken aback by that remard. LOL! I am so blunt and weird.
Last night I had chicken vindaloo for the first time in too freaking long (like a month or so). However long it's been, it's too damn long. Momma loves her some chicken vindaloo! ("We've created a mutton vindaloo beast; half man, half extra-hot Indain curry!") If you want me to love you, make me some curry. I was thinking about it, because curry will clear up your sinuses no matter what. It was the first thing that I could actually taste.
I just called Jeff and bitched to him about Rhode Island. He's settled on the last week in August (I don't want to cos then I'm going to miss Aghora :( , but meybe Keith will be busy). So, he's calling Chris, and tonight he's going to call Keith to make sure on the date. Dood, if we get to meet Brian, I am not going to be like everyone else with the "Dood, run!" bit. But he is Mr. Burns, oh yes, he is. No, not Chops ... Mr. Burns. I hope me meet Steve, cos Steve = uber hot. Plus tattoos are ever hotter. Plus he's not a skinny guy, which is better. Ever since fucking Creepy, I can't stand those skinny emo bois. Big guys just means there is more of them to love.

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Saturday, July 1st, 2006
5:00 pm - Someone give me a pictorial view of rabbit genitalia!
Oh jeez. Mary is a tard. But it is not completely all my fault. Jeff is now insisting that my rabbits are the opposite sex now. I originally thought Gilgamesh was a girl and thought Bun-Bun a boy. I assumed these things because the people who had previously owned them *told* me that! Then today, I put them both on the bed and Gilgamesh proceeds to try to hump Bun-Bun! Jeff said that I cock blocked him. Mwahahaha!!! No sex for you!!! But eww. Who wants their animals fornicating on their bed? But yeh, Gilgamesh is acting all weird. Jeff said he/she/it acts like that all the time, thou.
I took some DayQuill to try to halt some of my sickness, but it didn't work.
Jeff has gone to get orange Slurpies!! Woo! I love orange Slurpies. They are full of orangeness and Slurpieness!

current mood: ewwww!! gross! bunny sex!

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Friday, June 30th, 2006
9:27 pm
Yeh, I'm still sick.
bitch bitch bitch; whine whine whine

current mood: sick

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