So apparently I have a new boyfriend.
Don't you just love that? I do think it is a marvelous preface to this entry. :D

Okay, so on Monday. I'm driving, looking around, doing my thing. Suddenly, there's this cutie in the car next to me. I'm suddenly on PREDATOR mode and nearly run this guy off the rode. Luckily, he caved and we met for coffee. His name is Miguel. He is nineteen. Graduated highschool at seventeen. Moved out, same year. Never moved back in. Made $22,000 dollars last year; got $3,000 back from income taxes. (Which is awesome compared to my measely $66 dollars I got back- but whatever.) Paid back every dime he owed his parents (which wasn't much). Wants to be a pro-skateboarder. I know, HUGE warning sign. Thankfully, he knows he sucks so I don't think he's seroiusly considering it. Ah yes, his job. He is the Saftey Manager, and also part-time assistant manager, of a construction company. He is partly bilingual. He is white, lean, and has a pretty cute body. Not the best, but eh.
So we hit it off, drinking coffee, doing the thing. He thinks I'm gorgeous; I think that's cute. Fastforwards: I'm driving home, relishing in glory. I get a call from him, not one hour afterwards. He calls to tell me that he had "a wonderful time" and that "I was so pretty" and had "such an amazing smile" and "wanted to let me know all that in case he never saw me again". Okay, with those lines, you're defintely seeing me again.

Next day: I'm sitting in Starbucks, reading my newest book It's All Over But the Shoutin' by Rick Braggs. Positively amazing, by the way. Umhum, anyway, I get a call from Miguel right. Whoo! Oh no. Not Whoo!. A definite not Whoo!. No, he calls to let me know that he "finally worked up the courage to tell me he has a kid". Ummmm, okay. You know what, I don't really mind. A kid I can deal with. Kids can make a man very sexy. Oh, but it doesn't stop there. He then precedes to tell me he has "a wife. A fat one I don't love anymore but am staying with 'cause she might take my kid away". Shit. Shit. Shit. Shiiiiiiiit. SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
But, because I'm Kelly, I say "fine by me! The more the merrier! BRING IT ON!!!".

Yesterday: We only get to hang out in his truck for like, a half an hour. Which was sad. But his stupid wife kept bugging him and all. :( What time we did have went really well though. He is an amazing kisser, simply divine. All soft and lovely. He keeps a picture of his son Jason (who is nine months old) in his dash. Let me tell you, even though you're scorning me now, wait till you see something like that for yourself. Then you'll get why I was all...YESSSSSSS.

Tonight: Meet him at Desert Ridge- again. He then precedes to pull up his hood (in fear of being caught. *eye roll* I know. But he's an affair virgin). I walk loud and proud in my sexy heels and watch as every guy throws envious glances his way. I know this only 'cause he mentioned it later. :) Finally, I buy us some sodas at In N' Out, only to dash right back to my car. *sigh* I know. It's okay. I'm a kind person when I have nothing better to do. Yup, then we make- out like mad while he tells me I'm a "precious angel" (again, I KNOW.) and how pretty I am. Oh yes, he threw in a couple of "this must be a dream"'s in there too.

Now, I don't know whether he really is THAT CORNY. Which, trust me, is a legitiment claim. I know things. If it's not that then I'm not sure what his deal is. Either way, I adore the attention so I think I'll keep this going for a little bit longer. After all, I have nothing better to do. :D And apparently, this makes me his GIRLFRIEND. He dropped the word a couple of times, so it's not my imagination.

Yep.

ON TO OTHER NEWS.

NOTHING IS COMING TO MIND. DAMN.

Today I have to work at Office Max. Which you all may think is boring, but it is not. All I do is cashier, sleep, and flirt with Joesph and Paris. It's the bombest job ever. I'm rather pleased with myself for scoring it. I do however have to wear a black polo- TUCKED IN- to my khakis. *freak* I despise it. I've found if I wear my gray cardigan though, it looks more...humanlike.

So today I think Paris wants to see my underwear. Damn. Did I mention Paris is my boss? No? Guess what? HE IS MY BOSS. AND HE IS MARRIED. WITH KIDS. He likes to feel up my ass when he's talking to them on the phone. I feel reallyreallyreally bad.
That was a huge lie. I'm sorry I lied to you. I don't really care, to be completely honest. As long as she doesn't come knocking on my door with her wifey rage, I'm going to ignore it.

Yesterday I went shopping with Heather, again. Even though we went yesterday. :) Gotta love the mall. I bought an adorable white summer dress with little bitty brown flowers. I'm pretty excited, considering it finally has a tasteful neckline. I am a busty girl, especially for my size. I must have tried on twenty- thousand that looked good if I didn't move too quickly. God forbid I bend down for something. Needless to say, I was pleased with my dress.
Then I got a pair of brown flats to match it.
And I can wear Heather's brown cardigan to cover my shoulders up for school.

I also got a pair of sunglass from Ulta, which are my 7th pair so far. Hmm, oh yeah! I got a pink and a yellow tank from Old Navy, along with this white casual chic top. I've been wearing it for two days straight. I'm kind of attached. At Aeroposlte, I found these dark blue cargo capris for like, $14 dollars. AAAAND, I got these yellow plaid boxers that remind me of Adam.

Heather bought some underwear from the gap (including a thong for moi). She also got the most gorgeous black slingbacks (with a pointed toe and a bow) that we saw all day. I bought her these palm tree boxers, which we wore to Blimpies. :DD

YESSSSSSS. It was a lovely trip. Extremely successful.

I need to get ready for work. Damn.

So here's what I'm thinking these days, ladies and gentleman. Jay wants to get married and I'm terrified. I can't seem to make up an articulate reason as to why I'm scared either.

I mean really. Do I want to marry him? Jesus Fucking Christ, I've been with him for what? SIX YEARS? What more do I want?

I honestly couldn't tell you why I still can't get myself around to trusting him.

I'm going to die alone at this rate.

Send me flowers, Jay.

Ladies and Gentleman, I'm on fire. Remember that flu/cold/shit thing I had recently? No. Well, I had a flu/cold/shit thing a bit ago. Mmhmm, it appears that it made me fire-licious. I have regained converstation with Blake, scored another date with the ambitious Patrick, and have fallen in love with Cavan. Oh yeah, let's not forget Steffen, who it just so happens both of my sisters like. Heh.

About Blake

Well, I will tell ya'll about Blake these days. He has dyed his hair again and it looks worse now. XD Don't worry critical ladies and gentleman, I didn't tell him that. I mean, in that way. I just said I liked it better blonde.

Yesterday I chilled with him at work for a good hour & a half. I just kinda snuck in the backroom of Food Ave ('cause he was working that yesterday) and hid there until I scared him shitless. It was cute. All went well, he was behaved for the most part. He did randomly start going on about how thin and pretty I was. And how he couldn't help but stare at my "ample, round bottom". Yep, he said bottom. I don't know, he's weird. Sweet as candy, but freaky. I love him.

About Patrick

I have a date with Patrick on Friday, after some dinner he has to attend with his parentos. Then he's all mine. He is seriously the most ambitious boy I've met in a long time. It's sexy.

He presented in class yesterday and made me hate myself. He's so fucking articulate and genius-y. I hate it. I'm, like, pathetically inferior to him. It's almost kinda hot. Almost. Anyway, so all is going nicely on that front and I'm praying it'll stay that way.

Those are the important boys right now. The rest just think I'm pretty and are fun to chillax with. Oh yeah, here's a nice little tidbit, Patrick loves the word chillax. He thought it was clever. Fuck yes!
I am so clever.

Finals are next week and I'm crying in my car when I think about it. It's all kinda lame. Pretty much school licks cunt. Rawr. djkafdf <,<;;

Oh God, I almost forgot. Bradely is back. With vengence. *cowers* It's making me die.

*whimper*

Later chums!

I just went to a Death Cab for Cutie concert and get this- nobody was drunk.
And the crowd sucked. Death Cab was amazing; they are insane live! But the lame-ass crowd, like, didn't cheer or anything? I am a loud person naturally, but to be the loudest person in the entire place...I was fucking pissed.
I need to get drunk to make up for their un-drunkenness.

But I did get Heather and I cute little shirts. Mine is yellow with a pencil that says DEATH and little cursive print CAB FOR CUTIE. It's the shit.Heather got a plain black one with a lovely lil' suitcase. It's the shit too.

We did look cute at the concert. She has this sumptuous white fur coat and scarf thing that looks just gorgeous on her. I was like, awwwwwww! I'm so glad my friends are pretty.

Okay, fess up time, I looked dorky. XD I had on this bright pink coat with flowers and shit; I looked, like, four. But that didn't stop the little emo boys (ie Sam) from getting my number. But don't worry folks, this one ain't going anywhere. We talked just long enough for him to establish that I don't have texting anymore and the deal was done. I was rejected. 'Cause I didn't have texting. Gotta love those emos.

Hmmmm, oh yeah! I was next to the most squishycuteomfgmine couple ever. They were gay. And I accidentally hit on one, before I knew he was gay. Stop your laughing. It happens all the time. To me. Anyway, we chatted and gushed sporatically throughout the concert, a real bonding moment.

I <3 dancing with Heather. Neither of us really know what the hell to do, so we just jump up and down and sway our hips. Waywaywayfun. We are defintly dancing more often.

But now I'm sick. At first I thought it was some form of hungoverness, but its just a filthy sickness. So now I'm stuck nursing my Jamba Juice and sucking on $10.00 worth of cough drops. That's a lot of cough drops, trust me.

Blake still has my pink headband and I want it back! ><'''''' I can't remember how he even got it. Damnit. I miss him; he's a hoot.

Heehee.

Hoot.

I just sneezed, like, just this second. And it sounded funny. >>' Fucking whatever.

This day sucks.

I'm quite nostalgic these days. I keep thinking about my naughty habits. I've realized I just keep going in a stupid little circle. Safe, reckless, safe, reckless. I mean, yeah, it keeps life exciting. But so does Jamba Juice.

In sum, I've been falling in love with every darling boy I meet. So far, there's Blake, Brad, Cavan, Kyle, Matt, and...okay, just point me to one and I'll probably already love 'em. Rushing off to parties. Quit my job; getting another one. I'm such a naughty, nasty girl. :)

And I can't stop missing Jay.

:(
Hug?

Mmkay, I'm off to meet Cavan!

I still want that hug?

I am rather proud of myself! I know, what an endearing way to start this thing off, yah? Yes. Sean and I are finally getting along! Yay! It's after the relationship and it would be completely pointless if it weren't for three things:

a) I am stubborn and determined to either drive him to suicide, or, get along
b) He is with Heather, so he is no-touchie-to-deathie
c) I want to be around to see if he breaks The Rule.

I would love to tell you The Rule but I know Heather might read this, and she must never know the rule. Just trust it always. I am taking steps to ensure that their relationship will be as fucking glorious as possible. He will not fuck this up. I am in control of this.

*off the hook crazy*

Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I'm stressing so bad I broke out in hives last week. Bad hives. In my bloody face, of all places. ><''' I've got to finish my Essay of Illustration by Monday, then have my Essay of Casual Analysis in first draft form by FUCKING TUESDAY. Argh. Or is it Monday? I don't even care anymore.
Okay, that's a huge lie. That class will probably cause me to disinigrate any moment now. Or combust into flamy- flames.

Ugh, I'm losing weight again, which is nice. I finally have a hold on my fucking gargantuan appetite again. 100-105 is my goal. A little low, but fuck you. I am weighing in at something morbid (114, or close to it) I will win this; I always do!

:(

Pretty much, I've decided I'm scrapping this Literary Magazine thing. I was going to submit, but I've decided that my peice is disasterous and it makes me want to cry. I can't do anything these days?

:# <--bad.

I have to say, I'm bored with my life right now.

I want to be in love with Jay again. I really do miss him.

It's been forever since we've been able to see each other, let alone hug each other. I'm starting to resent this whole "moving away" deal. I'm really starting to miss him. Is that normal?

Blaaaah, I'm all topsy turvy sad now. I have my Jackie-kins over to keep me company; God bless that soulfull boy!
:(

Sheesh, it's been a while hasn't it? I guess I needed a break.
...
I like breaks.

For instance, this Sean thing, it's a nice break. Not-so-officially pawned Seany boy off on my beloved Heather. She keeps him away from me with her gorgey thin bod and witty lil mind...perfectly fiiiine with me. I want nada to do with him right now. Or ever if we have to get particular.

But can you blame me? I can only take being called:
-fat
-niave
-stupid
-hopeless
-unhealthy
-obnoxious
And those are just off the top of my head, by the way...

Yeah, I can only take that for so long till I snap like a bitch on her knees.

Aaanywho, he's over. And I'm thinking about having Vinny move in, because he said my bod was phenomenal and that he wouldn't ever change anything about me. Ever. Which in my opinion, pretty fucking cool. I don't get that alot, so it's a nice change. Yipee!!

School. Well, that's one word I don't care for. I mean, I have a good schedule with adorable teachers:

Spinning: Egan
TA: Cumberland
Algebra 3/4: Quinton
Physics: Lococo
Lunch
AM/AZ History: Johnson
English 101: Kuglar

(I am pleased with it; I have classes with both Heather and Rosa! Yay!)

I miss Fernando though. He is such a sweetie. Love.

Ummm, wow. I've bought so many clothes. I just hate having to wear the same thing twice.

I am a perfect mix of Frat Boy meets Teeny Pop.

Teehee!

:)

I found my soul mate you guys! I met him at In-N-Out. He was wearing a knitted, wool poncho with vibrant floral swimming trunks and a cowboy hat. I told Sean to go outside and smoke while we got accquainted. Yeah, so, Poncho Guy is my soulmate.

That's all! :D

Lousy finals, lousy teachers, lousy day. Uuugh, not only has today not been fun at all, but...yeah, thats enough to ruin my day. :( Without fun Kelly just isn't Kelly.

Tomorrow morning I'm taking the bloody Spanish final so I can go to good-for-nothing-clitsister Kim's "promotion" into High School. Big bloody deal. Then, I'm making up my Chemistry final for Goldstien during lunch. Argh, she doesn't deserve that shirt I bought her (Kim). Fuckdahbitch.

And of course, I'm feeling like shit too, getting 'sick' or whatnot. So naturally, I look like a huge, pissing ovary. I hate myself. My skin is ruddy, my hair is frizzy, & my godforsaken nose is red. And, omfg, I have earwax. I am utterly disguisted with myself. *shudder*

But I get paid on Friday, so maybe that will make me happy. I'll buy myself pretty things to make me forget my scarring emotional pain. Yep.

I do have a predicament. I've been invited to a party on Saturday, but it conflicts with work. So...I'm going to call in sick. *smirk* *cough*

Ummmmmm, I'm so not...cool right now.
:(

Oh dearest me, the things I have done whilst I've been away. Wooh.

Finals are here and I'm totally freaking. Like, omgwtfinsane freaking. It's simply pathetic. Ugh, all my finals jammed into two days.

Wednesday: Spinning, World History, English
Thursday: Spanish, Chemistry, Geometry

I think I can pass Wednesday, but Thursdsay is another ballpark altogether. *desperate sob* Lifes hard at sixteen.

Oh, yayayayayayay for John, he's got a girlfriend! I hear she's 20 (what's with the older chicks all of a sudden??) rich, beautiful, and totally obsessed with him. Hoorray!

Patrick has hooked up with Diane, who used to help me babysit teh boys when they were tripping. She's 45 and has two 17 year old sons, who happen to be older than Pattycake. But ah well, whatever makes them happy, makes them happy.

I've been dating Sean for oh...ah...four months now. And, um, yeah. I don't know. We most defintly have our differences. Then again, when we're together, we have such a blast. And its not just sex. Like, when we get together, we make each other laugh and it's wicked. But I'm pretty sure we're using each other. Besides, John thinks he's cheating on me. I wouldn't mind if only he'd tell me about it. And I know she'd be ugly. Because, he has bloody HORRID taste. (And no, that is not a self-hating thing, I've seen his ex's and they're wretched). Plus, another negative, he called me fat. Actually, his exact words were "you're getting kinda heavy down there".
So he has that against him.
But who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and find he's cheating on me! Or something.

Jay and peeps are doing well. I was worried about Draco for a while, but it all seems to be smoothing over. I'm going to miss them. It's going to be the first summer that they're gone and I'm without them. Totally. *heaving sob* Will I ever live?
Yaaaah.

Whee, I love new clothes. I've bought so much stuff and I still want more! Like, a bloody lot more. Heh, live it up while you can, eh?

*squeal* Talking to John= happeh meh!

Discovered some really underground band named Clem Snide. I've only heard one of their songs but I like it. Tres cute <--me speak le francis!

Gah, you sick LJ bastards! I had a whole lovely entry typed for you all and it DELETED. Motherpussysuckers ><><><><>''''rawr.

Anywho, ello everybody! How are ya'll?

I'm fairing pretty well myself. Things are going better for lil ole me. I've got Jay & friends in another state, leaving a shiiiiit load of time. Yay. Even some of my peskies are vamoosed. And now, Sean is not one of them by the way. We are doing quite well. Mwah. Time to brag: in one night, we tipped over his safe, knocked stuff off a shelf, broke his curtain, broke a wheel (temporarily) off his chair, and-my best and favorite part- DENTED HIS WALL BABY! And oh yes, I made his ass sore sore soooooore. Haha, damn straight!

Work is going pretty well. I do miss Jesus though. *heartsick* Boo hoo hoo, come back my lovely funny boy. Damn, he smelled so goooooooooooood.

School is taking a dump though. My spanish grade has plumeted as fast as my math grade did last year after I got PO'd at Mrs. Bender. *snicker* Good times...

Read The Bell Jar positively fantastic. I highly reccomend it; adore it with all my heart, I do. :) A Certain Slant of Light was also lovely. And of course, The Meloncholy Death of a Oyster Boy by Tim Burton only lasted like, 10 minutes but was good for a chuckle and a good, 'Dude, what the fuck?'.

I must admit, I miss my Live Journal & my lil Live Journals peeps. *tear* I love you guys. But, my hatius will continue until I get all most of my plate cleared. 'Cause it's pretty damn full as of now.

*party hardy*

Until then, *smooch*


[Be no offended: a) I don't care, and b) it's funny. Admit it.]

Oy, have I been busy busy busy. On Friday, after I got my hair done *squee*, Heather and I burned my $230.00+ paycheck on tons of trinkets and clothes. Hella. Yeah.

Then um, I've been working like a sonofabitch. Like, a lot. And if I'm not working, then I'm scoring. If I'm not scoring, I'm sleeping. Hot damn life is gooooooood.

Toasty.

(I do think my hatius will continue for a bit longer. My apologies my loves, but it is well deserved.)

( Read more... )



You know what? I am just plain tired. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of (some) of my friends. I'm tired of my ex's. I'm tired of my current flings. I'm tired of relationships. I'm just plain fucking tired.

Why are you so tired, Kelly? I will tell you.

I've been having to face up with some major changes for me this year.

Number one: Jay.

We've been together for years. Not just years, try 4 1/2 years. We've done everything and seen everything and said everything. He helped me in so many ways and I've helped him a little bit too. I loved him, he loved me. All that jazz right? Well, I guess it's all fizzled out. We don't need/want each other any more. He's gone. And I'm having to face that. And I don't know how.

Number two: Justin.

Justin himself didn't mean that much to me. We had our simularities; he was a lot of fun. We had a lot of fun. But he represented something way more important. He reminded me that I wasn't totally dependent and stuck with Jay for the rest of my life. He was a wake up call. Still is really.

Number three: Sean.

Sean is going to be a really difficult thing to deal with. We've been dating for almost a month I think and he is ready to get serious. Like, really serious. What do you mean by serious? I'm talking sex and love. He is pulling the "i love you" bullshit already. Okay, that just doesn't fly. I don't love him. He doesn't love me. Big duuuuuuuuh, right? The sex thing is something I deal with on my own terms and he is making it awfully fucking difficult. Anyway, he is just giving me a huge friggin' headache over this. When we "re-met" we had just the loveliest time. He was sweet and funny and charming. Over all, such a catch. And since I was having so much fun, I decided, why not? I could use another distraction. No need to mope over Jay right? No siiirrr. So we started dating and I think it's a mistake. Fuuuck. But I might be overreacting. After all, I've had a lot on my mind these past few days.

And it doesn't help that I'm on my period.

Number four: Jesus.

Jesus is a guy I work with. No, not just a guy. He is an amazing guy. Funny, gorgeous, silly, sweet, 18; I'm talking a total catch. And I really like him quite a bit. Luckily, he has a girlfriend. I don't know why I'm mentioning him, I just love talking about him. Heh??

Number five: eating.

I'm doing that weird eating thing again. This happens every time I enter/exit a relationship. Blah! I won't eat a whole bunch for a few weeks (about a month really) and then out of no where, I'll go on a 2 day binge. Uck. I hate the binges. Make me feel fat and pathetic. Lalalala not going to think about it anymore. Mwahhaha. I win.

Number six: school.

My grades are dropping steadily. I haven't been doing my work at all. I've been blowing projects off and generally slacking. I don't even know why. I'm just so sick of it all. I do believe I've maxed out my energies. I need to re-coup. Hah, new word!!

Number seven: sleeping.

I have been sleeping a lot. I mean A LOT. I come home and sleep. I eat dinner and sleep. I take a shower and sleep. I go to school and sleep. That's all I do. And it prolly isn't good.

Number eight: friends.

Some of my friends are drifting away and I don't even know why. I wish I did because I know I'm going to miss them terrible. I already do. And if they aren't drifting away, they're butting in. Some people really don't know what they're trying to do; some of them are trying to control me. Like, aspects of me that they have no right to control. Oh well, I know they mean well and I still love them all.

*sigh*

Enough moping. I'm tired.

( Read more... )

Officially started my first day at Target, and I must say, it was fun. I am enjoying it, especially since I've been told I look hot in khaki? (Okay, two things on that: a) who knew that was possible, and b) oh, the irony) I seem to be doing rather well, but hey, I still got time! :D So, woot for meh!

Got a couple of adoble shirts at XI the other day. I'm telling you, that store is getting better and better. I must show ya'll how, not my words but I'll tell you anyway, sexy I look in one of their shirts. Yeah, can anbody say i-ron-y???

Um, really have nothing to say of much importance these days. I seem to be taking that hatius that I said I was going to take, then not going to take, but am taking anyway. Erm, yeah.

Today was, put simply: INSANLY FREAKIN' WONDERFULLY AMAZINGLY lovley. I wake up to the Sean on the phone & the mid-morning feeling I love so. Then Target calls. Totally OFFERING ME THE FREAKIN' JOB. I throw on some pants & speed down so she can spend 5 minutes telling me "officially" that I'm now a Target Team Member. Making $7.75 per hour. Flippin' hot, yeah?

Then I'm off the the Drug Test Facility, praying the poppy seeds came out in the morning piss. PRAYING, I tell you. So, that was odd.

Off to pick up Aunt Joy, who was 50 minutes late. Dude, I'm not even that bad. Sheesh. Bought a tacky bracelet at the airport, cuz I could. And I didn't have jewelry on so I felt naked.

Then I traversed my way to Desert Ridge where I spent a lovely afternoon/evening with Sean, who I haven't seen in years. It was nice to catch up with him. Such a gentleman too.

When I finally made it home, I find Mum & Joy sprawled out on the floor laughing at this joke:

"Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?"

Because it was dead.

It must be fucking hysterical while drunk, because they did that laughing thing. Ya'll know.

Tomorrow, Tori & I are planning to take Heather & maybe Amber (if she wants) to go see The Pink Panther around 2ish. Eat some panda. Bullshit around.

So life is crap when you're life is full of silly little emo things running around causing trouble. For example, a few of my friends are causing me worry by their behavior, things they've said, and for one person, things they've been drinking. Another good example is my mini-self crisis. For some reason I've been dating like there's no tomorrow and I can't figure out why. It isn't like me to jump from one boy to the next but that's what I'm doing. Hmm, I'm sure it'll all make sense tomorrow. Maybe. At least that's what I need to think about right now. I guess what I need right now is a long, hot shower to let me relax & forget all the crap I've been putting up with & dishing out these past few weeks. So that is what I shall do.

*sigh* I'll do it after I finish this entry, eh?

Emily brought the news that the baby has come for her sorta Aunt Joy. She told us that she is being named the Godmother. Is that legal? Who knew! And if it is, then I might have lied to Jay, heh? Oh well, I'm excited for her non-the-less.

I really wish people would stop being assholes to me.

I like, totally hate myself right now. Why? Cuz I missed Tori's play. I feel awful; I'm so sorry!!! But things came up & there is no way I could have made it there. :( Please forgive me, darlin'?

Yeah. I reaaaallywish people would stop being assholes to me. Like, now.

Not much else to report. Sorry for my meloncholy mood, but I cannot help it. Besides, I'm allowed to be emo, no? And if you do say "no", I hit you. *smacka*

piperfrey@myway.com

= new e-mail.

Gimme a hollar. I'm bored as a mother. XD Mwah.

So I might totally have a second job interview at Target. Eventually. *I'm waiting till they fire/quit the other guy* then it's mine. Mwah. I'm also applying at Starbucks & Bath & Body WorkS. Wish me luck on the drug tests; I have aquirred an affinity for poppy seeds. Oh, le irony.

Ummm, yeah. I really have nothing to say. Minus the fact I slammed my head onto the steering wheel after sneezing & falling out of the car. It was parked, so nobody worry about me. Not that you would, but it's a nice thought don't you think?

XP