figmentation

yes, and ummm I was gonna write this huge big email, but stupid me decided that wine would be a good thing... which it was until I got a craving for really icky, though tasty food. So now, though most of the happy wine buzz is gone, I'm left with an icky tummy ache. yea. bad idea. I won't do that twice.

also. less than a week now. I'm really gonna miss this place. I've everyone here telling me that I can't leave. I understand that though, because i'm just soooo fantaboulas! (and modeast too) Seriously, It's like they've come outta the wood work. it's weird. but cool.

H is acting strangly. Not quite sure what's up with all that. He'll be here on Friday. We still need to catch up with stuff regarding the drive.

yea. also. my stupid coffee shop has no money! they can't pay their employees! grrrr... they should shut their doors if they can't pay anyone! yea! RAWR!
(eeek... my head. getting fussy isn't good)

yea.. am going to go drink more water, and probally take a shower and turn my phone off so I'm not hanging around waiting for a call...
I really hate that. When someone says they'll call you and then you wait around and make sure you take the tele with you from room to room to ensure you don't miss the call you'll almost never get. yea. bad idea.

I'm just full of icky ideas tonite... Sorry this entry is soooo poopyfied. It's the first paragraph's reason.

kisses from far away.
~Fig.