fucking mosquitos ruining my life.

biting me like they own the place.

Leaving their fucking itchy little saliva everywhere.

assholes.

red throat blues.

My throat hurts real bad.

Sometimes in life I find myself contemplating the dumbest things....

can I just please delete those months from my mind? that way when I find myself tired, tipsy, bored, and alone at night I wont wonder what if?

like that.

fuck that. It already took up too much time to begin with.

Because you never got it.

got it?

Actually you did....I'm just used to people who are easy to read. Or maybe I'm just an idiot who couldn't take a hint?

but yeah.

Today my mumsy and I watched pirate radio, and all it did was make me wish that I was born in 1968 so I could go to good concerts, dress up in adorable dresses, have huge pompadours and dramatic eye liner, with nice platform shoes.... even though I'm already a skyscraper as it is.

So...on a totally saptastic note, all i have to say in my drunken two finger typing is,

I love you ryan.

And thanks for understanding me completely and taking a chance...and thanks for loving my craziness in it's entirety.

When it comes down to it, nothing else, and no one matters.

I love that boy.

oooppppsss

just barfed in the trashcan under my desk at work.

still feeling the effects of last night.

Never in my sober life would I have ever thought it was a good idea to eat jack in the box at 2 am
along with half a cookies and cream bar, some chips, a hand full of white chocolate, and whatever else i'm forgetting.
Two words, NEVER AGAIN.
Regardless of the excessive gorge fest, I had a great time with mel last night. Late night jacuzzi and booze can really lead to some pretty personal/hilarious stories. I love that girl.
but.. my stomach feels like alcohol and mozzarella sticks are still sloshing around inside.
I think this means I can't eat for several days now...
scratch that, it should be several weeks.

uh

good morning/afternoon/mothers day/whatever