I drank too much. I don't like drinking at bars, with other people. I always liked to drink alone. Maybe I just like to be alone. I am not used to so much company/attention. In a way it makes me nervous. I am the one that makes fun of the drunk people, not the drunk one. Oh well.......I still had fun. It is just so hard to imagine that people do that everyday, or even 3x a week. I guess I got all of this out of my system years ago.
I found two things I want for xmas.......I need to make a list for my parents. They keep bugging me.
I could use a hot bath and some hot cocoa.
I need to learn latin, extensively. I keep putting it off.
The destruction needs to stop. The doubt, the torture, the rain hitting the windows. The maple syrup sliding off the pancakes, into a small puddle on the floor. The dog laps it up, and then drinks her water. She has bubbles on her chin.
I have to apologize for not writing back to every single person who writes in my journal! I am trying, I swear. I always said that I would, but sometimes I get too damn busy or tired
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invinoveritas:
rain hitting the windows and hot cocoa mmmmmm...
orchid1:
Oh I feel like I should say something stellar to get you to go read MY journal. I'm mostly joking....but I do have a link to pictures of adorable wombats....eh? eh?