emiloo

Hello. How is everyone? I had a decent weekend. Yay for car sex, snuggly boyfriends, and snuggly best boy-friends. Nay for eating too damn much, but this is normal. John came home and we had fun doing nothing, but he was pretty depressed and cranky all weekend because he and his dad got in a huuuge fight. He's been depressed and cranky a lot, though, so I didn't really notice much of a difference. I just hope that things start looking up for him. He's been going through a lot of shit at school and internally, and it's been hard for him, but I think he will be ok. Lots of hugzies for Johnny poo.

So my friend Nate who was supposed to be moving today is actually going to stay for about 2 more weeks. I should be happy cuz that means I get to spend more time w/ him before he goes, but I'm kinda pissed (not really, but I can't think of any better words right now,) because I was looking forward to things not feeling so weird and complicated! Grrr...oh well. I'll just have to continue controlling my hormonal urges for the rest of the month. Damn him and his strange allure. Damn him to heeellll. (Exaggerated fist shaking.)

I'm in a pretty good mood. I have to pee, I slept in till three, and had another food gluttony spree, but suprisingly, I feel good as can be. And hey, I can rhyme, so all is well, right?

Fucking shameless dork, am I.

(And a bum, cuz I really did sleep in till 3.)

Why do we feel a need to constantly talk about ourselves? I'm gonna see if I can have one journal entry without using the words "I" or "me." Obviously not today, but maybe later this week.

Cheer up, little guy. ->

That was for mister little blue face. And anyone else who is feeling down. Byebye.