gekkeiju23

playing in my mind-"so tired" by The Kinks.
waiting for word is so agonizing-but i guess no news is good news malarkey.
i go grey on the 22nd.
countdown begins....
the boy is away. housesitting for 2 weeks. need stimulating conversation so bad i could vomit.
need to get some good lovin' so painfully.
i'm within inches of screaming in my bottled up frustration.
my...
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the interview went superbly well.
now, just the nail-biting agony of waiting for whatever.
keep those good thoughts coming, and thanks.
you are all like priests.
i mean that in a sincere, wonderfully supportive, what-would-i-do-without-this-love kind of way.
not in a "you're all ugly childmolesting sexist homophobic hypocrites in funny hats" kind of way.

and i say ugly because honestly, have you ever seen a...
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think good thoughts for me-i'm interviewing for a fantastic job Monday and i need all the help i can get.

thanks!

everyone should go to my pics pronto to see the wicked awesome desktop the lovely puresauciness made of me.
i wish i was a treacherous photoshop ninja, but i'm mediocre and sad at best.

thank you, cutie.



march 31-

what does your name mean?

my name means that i love to masturbate.
i haven't the foggiest idea why my name indicates that, but it does....
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smokin' some Cannabis Club weed, and then drivin' to Thunder Valley Casino.
they have a fantastic buffet. gettin' my grub on. quittin' tailkin' like this.

ok, time to update.
i had a rollicking good time at the BBQ, and i met such an infinite amount of people whose names i can't remember so i won't embarass myself by attempting to recount them all.
i do, however, recall all the lovely SGs i met.
there was Chloe, Trixie, Coco, Evil, Holly, Natalie, Jazmin, and Lola.
there may have been others,...
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SGSF barbque today.
i hope it goes ok.

does anyone have anything interesting to say?
i don't, really, so i was hoping someone else could do it for me.
it doesn't even have to be real, just so long as it's entertaining.

happy St. Patty's Day.
kiss me, i have some Irish in me somewhere.
(i want to everyone lately-this is just an excuse.)

my night of drunken debauchery, in a nut shell.

hello all.
i sliced my finger to the bone with a large serated bread knife today, bled like a stuck pig, passed out, and got sent home.
i don't think stitches are to be needed, but time will tell.
my boss was super-he bought me tons of bandages, told me that if i had to buy any additional bandages to bring him the receipt, and...
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