I like my boobs. They're cute.
This weekend has been too fucking cold, and it makes me angry. I need to live somewhere warm. Or better yet, hot!
Yesterday I ate ice cream in the 47 degrees. I was out, but not with anyone. My phone kept ringing, and I kept answering, and talking to people about, "Well...what's going on tonight?"
I didn't go out drinking. Instead I broke down and bought a copy of Final Fantasy X-2 and played that. I will finally beat that game.
I stopped in to see my friend Jason at work (a jewelry store), and he sat this box down on the counter that looked like it would hold a ring. He was telling me he was going to post in our livejournal community about something, and I thought, "Oh my God! He's finally going to ask Stefy to marry him!"
But no. There were pretty silver rings in the box that he's offering to the #charmers for a really good price. Apparently the guy who runs the shop was going to scrap them, and Jason said he could sell them. I told him I'd probably end up buying one. I have this thing with silver rings. I have a simple silver band that I always wear on my right index finger. I feel like everything that happens to me gets attached to this one piece of jewelry. I had another one that I wore on that finger for almost four years prior. It got really heavy after everything I went through in that time, and I eventually gave it away to someone before buying this one. I figured I was in a good place to start over.
I wonder who I will eventually give this one to. And when.
The sun coming in through my window makes me think it is warm outside. It deceives! But I think I will go out today. Hopefully I will get a call from Poe and we can go get hot chocolate and pose for sexy pictures and stuff.
Tonight, my friend Drew is bringing his girl down and the three of us are going to see Team America. Hahaha...I'm a fucking third wheel! Okay, I'm relegated to "one of the guys" status with my friends. It's cool, baby.
Drew calls me all the time now. I had never talked to him on the phone until a couple of weeks ago. And I've discovered that he is the male version of me. Just a big kid/goofball. We'll just yell into the phone at each "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!" It's kind of ridiculous.
Always good things, besides bad notes from doctors. Steve K. of hot You're Pretty guitarist fame, and probably the person who knows me best in all the world, told me he can tell how much I've changed and that he likes the new "free-spirited me". And that he wants us to go out drinking together sometime.
Ohhhhh, I am so over him. He said this in between us discussing names for his impending second child.
I've been sitting here blasting RATM's "Pistol-Grip Pump" into my ears for the past hour. That really proves something to me. Number one, I'm hip-hop as FUCK. Number two, I've recovered from my struggles against that voice that tried to tear me down for so long.
I used to not be able to listen to Rage without having a panic attack. A song of theirs triggered my first major one. I've welcomed Zack and crew back into my life this past week. It feels so good.
As much as I'm arriving for the first time, I have returned!
I'm going to go wait for the phone to ring.
This weekend has been too fucking cold, and it makes me angry. I need to live somewhere warm. Or better yet, hot!
Yesterday I ate ice cream in the 47 degrees. I was out, but not with anyone. My phone kept ringing, and I kept answering, and talking to people about, "Well...what's going on tonight?"
I didn't go out drinking. Instead I broke down and bought a copy of Final Fantasy X-2 and played that. I will finally beat that game.
I stopped in to see my friend Jason at work (a jewelry store), and he sat this box down on the counter that looked like it would hold a ring. He was telling me he was going to post in our livejournal community about something, and I thought, "Oh my God! He's finally going to ask Stefy to marry him!"
But no. There were pretty silver rings in the box that he's offering to the #charmers for a really good price. Apparently the guy who runs the shop was going to scrap them, and Jason said he could sell them. I told him I'd probably end up buying one. I have this thing with silver rings. I have a simple silver band that I always wear on my right index finger. I feel like everything that happens to me gets attached to this one piece of jewelry. I had another one that I wore on that finger for almost four years prior. It got really heavy after everything I went through in that time, and I eventually gave it away to someone before buying this one. I figured I was in a good place to start over.
I wonder who I will eventually give this one to. And when.
The sun coming in through my window makes me think it is warm outside. It deceives! But I think I will go out today. Hopefully I will get a call from Poe and we can go get hot chocolate and pose for sexy pictures and stuff.
Tonight, my friend Drew is bringing his girl down and the three of us are going to see Team America. Hahaha...I'm a fucking third wheel! Okay, I'm relegated to "one of the guys" status with my friends. It's cool, baby.
Drew calls me all the time now. I had never talked to him on the phone until a couple of weeks ago. And I've discovered that he is the male version of me. Just a big kid/goofball. We'll just yell into the phone at each "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!" It's kind of ridiculous.
Always good things, besides bad notes from doctors. Steve K. of hot You're Pretty guitarist fame, and probably the person who knows me best in all the world, told me he can tell how much I've changed and that he likes the new "free-spirited me". And that he wants us to go out drinking together sometime.
Ohhhhh, I am so over him. He said this in between us discussing names for his impending second child.
I've been sitting here blasting RATM's "Pistol-Grip Pump" into my ears for the past hour. That really proves something to me. Number one, I'm hip-hop as FUCK. Number two, I've recovered from my struggles against that voice that tried to tear me down for so long.
I used to not be able to listen to Rage without having a panic attack. A song of theirs triggered my first major one. I've welcomed Zack and crew back into my life this past week. It feels so good.
As much as I'm arriving for the first time, I have returned!
I'm going to go wait for the phone to ring.
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...That probably did not persuade you much; but, hey, I had to try.
you should try New Orleans. it's a great place, especially if you can leave again. or for more gentility and less alcohol and crime maybe try Savannah.
dammit have to run!
you take care Katy!
*hugs*
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