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*Sigh*

It seems as though every ex I've ever had has come crawling out of the woodwork in the past month, after not speaking to most of them in at least 3 months. Is it some sort of test? Am I supposed to feel some sort of anguish at not having spoken to any of them in so long? Because I don't...

What's the deal, boys? Why do you come crawling back months later, coming seemingly from nowhere, and just when I'm happy with life. I don't understand.

Right now, my entire abdominal region hates me. There're weird noises coming from inside me, and strange smells eminating from my behind, as well as cramps and blood and all sorts of other wonderous things.

I made cookies last night. A rediculous amount of them, too. Chocolate chip and peanut butter and oatmeal, and cake! But..my mother ruined the cake.
I like to cook. Not many people know that about me...though I don't know why it would be hard to figure out, given that my "girlish figure" is more of a gelatinous blob than anything else.

Today was a suck day (meaning a day that sucked as apposed to a day to suck...) and as such, I didn't like it much. Boo to that, I say! Boo!
I did, however, spend a lot of time fucking off and doing nothing, which didn't make my employer very happy but it made my day a little better.

I'm really very unmotivated, and as much as I'd like to...I just can't bring myself to do anything about it. It's quite ironic.

I cried last night. I bawled like I've not bawled in a long time. I was very sad, and for no real reason. The Boy, being the lovely boy that he is, held me and sang to me and made things better. How'd I luck out? Too bad I'm still too insecure to wholly believe that he's not secretly keeping one eye open for someone cooler and (certainly) hotter than me. I may be pretty damn cool, but I'm certainly not hot. I'm a porker.



A bug just bit the back of my leg. Bastard!

I don't think I use " " enough...



There. I think that about makes up for all the times I should've used it and didn't...

I'm super addicted to good smells, and I found these wonderful green apple-scented candles. They're lovely.

There are so many other things I should be doing right now...but, I just don't have the motivation.

This makes me giggle.
This is only slightly disturbing to me, which is more disturbing to me than the actual photograph is...get it?


I read a whole story about a girl who had this morbid fascination with making her dolls have sex when she was little. She described all sorts of things, including involving a mini WWII machete, a mini boa, and GI Joe's guns. As strange as it sounds, I used to do similar things...I also used to rip Ken's head off and plant it on Barbie. Or I'd make them both cross dressers. And Barbie was sometimes a lesbian. Or she was Ken...

Moving on...

Roughly 12 days 'til new ink. Memorial day weekend will be good times, indeed.

Only nine weekends left until the SGNE Camping Trip, where I'll have the pleasure of hanging out with Lexie. My, oh my!

I think that's all for now...