I think geckotiff is having a shitty time. First, we stopped watching bouncing wangs for girly shows. Secondly, Jon called her The Chicken Lady. Just not a good night. But we love her anway.

So, Red, how you doin? Have I told you lately that I think you're sexy? Cause you ARE!

I don't hate you. I just hate bad shows. And Jon.

Oh yeah, the photoshop challenge. Ha ha ha.

Anywho, I don't want to teach tomorrow... no fun! But i DO want to go work out, so just drop me a line!

I wonder if there is a way to use these smiley faces to have a whole conversation...we should try that and see if we can get the general meaning of each other's messages. OR we could just laugh and point and me cause I'm a freakin nerd...OH WELL.

I love you, Meggerz. And so does Jesus.

But Jesus hates it when you smoke.

He's allowed to smoke, though. Because he's Jesus.

Kelly says hi. Call us if you wanna do something. Like get drunk. And screw.

Screw Tifferz and Kelly for not saying hi to me and inviting me out...beotches. You are SO popular, Meggerzz!

Thanks for the workout, yo! I am officially a Lifestyles member. I went back and filled out the paperwork, etc. Yay for sweating my fat away. With good friends. And loud music. Twas fun. Have a great weekend, hon.

Heehee, wangs. And sushi. And chicken.

But not together. Cause, eww.

Bush, what a dick. And while I usually like sentences that have bush and dick in them... this is not one of those sentences. Tis ok though...

On November 2nd a whole lot of people we'll be getting rid of him.

Oh my God. Your comments were exactly what I needed.

I just woke up from one of those TERRIBLE, SICKINGLY REALSTIC dreams that just rock your world. It is about quarter to two in the morning, I went to bed at midnight. It was about Jon, and (seriously don't laugh at this, it was so REAL, he was even sitting on OUR chair in OUR living room with the chin quiver going on that he gets when he's upset)...anywho, and I had just found out that he had taken this trip to visit a girl when I went home to get my shot. He had met this girl on SG, (ha ha) and started IMing her. He saved all of their chats in this green binder. (See what I mean about REAL?) and I found it. He was telling me that I didn't give him enough of my time, that I wasn't there for him and that this girl was. He told me he had fallen out of love with me (oh god I am crying as I write this, I am all upset, seriously) and that was why he wasn't proposing, (I know! Supid, but again so REAL).

I asked him why we still made love, and he said that making love was a gift you gave to someone you love and you share your mind, body, and soul with them and that I did it really well (enter chin quiver, so REAL) but we had just grown apart. This girl was there for him. I wasn't. End of story. End of the best six years of my life. Oh man, Meg, I am shaking.

So of course I roll over in bed to wake Jon's ass up and get some comfort. Well, he all has to pee and his contacts are burning so he has to take them out, and then he gets back in bed, pats me on the back, tells me "i love you, Laura, more than anything. there's no other girl, it was just a bad dream" and promptly falls back asleep. Well, I'm sure you have had these horribly real dreams and that little pep talk just did not calm me down. UGH.

So sorry this is so long. I am really messed up right now. I know he loves me and that we are together for the long haul. so what did that dream mean? I am so confused. And crying, and tired, but now I can't sleep.

On a more positive note, though, seriously, your personality test cracked me up! You are indeed a rockstar! The majority of your thing was right on, in my opinion (perhaps not the part about high school, but i didn't know you then...) Oh Meg. Thanks for letting me rant here. I am so glad you commented on my page. And that you got drunk tonight. I hope you had one for me. I got my editing done and thought I was going to get a big night of restful sleep. Some joke that's turning out to be. Hope you are sleeping soundly and the rock star quiz did not fuck you up! YOU ARE A ROCKSTAR! Ok, seriously, I am done here. Love ya. Tell me what you think about the dream. Have a good weekend.

Wow. That's quite a novella. I am proud. And tired. I am going to bed. Thanks for letting me take a cathartic crap, if you will, on your page! He he!

I'm an accountant for a CPA firm. It takes most of my time during the week, because my projects are done exclusively by me. Planning and execution are time consuming. I may not always be working, but I'm usually thinking about it.

Hope you had fun at the gym today. I am going after work. Fun times. Ashley came in today and worked on InDesign, she is becoming a Pro. Work is kind of slow. I am working on the grant. Boo. FIPSE sucks.

I am addicted to new game on Yahoo: it's called Typer Shark. You should play it!

YAY for sweat rings. ha ha ha That is so gross written out! But you know what I mean...

Just got back from doing laundry. Oh what a wonderful time. So easy and convenient, not at all back breaking or frustrating. What a great way to conclude the evening. I highly recommend it.

I hate laundry!