moya

You know? I had alot written..
The delete key just..fuck you, delete key.

I'm doing eh. Shit has not yet hit the fan, but it will be happening sometime soon. The waiting is killer. Problems keep bubbling up around me and I can't really see anything clearly anymore.

We have Jesse until friday, and that little bugger will definately be going to sleep with me every night (I'll be heading off to find him, then bed, after this). It'll be kind of like this picture, except I'm a young woman, and there's a cat, and we don't have headgear or matching pajamas, and we'll be cuddling all night, not sleeping halfway across the bed from eachother.


I saw an engaged couple tonight; the guys name was Mercury. I didn't feel so bad bad being the only one there with some awkward aspect to myself. It was a Mary Kay thing I was misled into going to. I thought we were going to the mall. They lied and I now own this nifty lip gloss. I can't figure make up out, really, I have no clue what the difference between blush and eye shadow is; I don't know how to apply them, or what with, and lipstick, um..right.. Ugh. I almost cried. Seriously, shouldn't I know the basics, atleast? They made me feel terrible about the fact I had no clue what was what, what meant what..everything and anything.

Tons more stuff that I just can't share. I'm going to bed. I'm irritated and angry at myself. I'm digging me into another hole, along with the ones everyone else is working on, too.