wugglyump

saw pirates: dead man's chest. i'm not sure howi feel. amo and erich enjoyed it.
shrink appointment tomorrow. i guess a bit over due.
i've been writing in my actual journal more lately.
alive and kicking, also, saw mombot for the first time in like...six months. i just wanted to hug her.
i was hoping there'd be some wine here for me, but then typing that, i realized my corkscrew is no more.
i don't need to drink anyway. i really do not.
i am hoping for sleep tonight. a decent amount all at once, if that's not asking too much.
yee tomorrow. huzzah? cute bartender.

what was i saying? nothing. bored. in theory less than thirty days till i can drive. and not drive drunk and fucked up on sleeping meds.

my mom's like, are you bringing a guy along to the movies (something along the lines of that) and i'm like OF COURSE NOT! she's like we need to find you someone. this coming from someone that said to me that they don't need male companionship to feel important or to i guess function. but she sees him everyday. so that's love huh?

whatever. i have other things to focus on. i just don't

a boondock's movie? i'm not sure it grew on me that much.

what ever became of the sequal to boondocks saints? i think...i think i need to masturbate. but i just can't into it. the stupid shit i divulge on the internet.