surely she did more to deserve getting kicked out than calling him a name. if not, i agree with your sis - your dad is an ass. :(

gratz on the new room tho :)

This thread just dropped a point.

fo sombody Positively aknowlaging me?

oop there goes another point. Let's see if we can take this into negatives.

Lemme find Studio8...

I'LL TAKE CARE OF THAT. NO NEED TO BOTHER STUDIO8.

I actually got a laugh outta that. :eek

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

:rolleyes

Oh Mister Sarcastic, you little rapscallion. ;)

mc rap scallion the hip hop onion :lol

-willie

he gets me all teary eyed :lol

:|

the sun is shining here after days of wet gloom. i'm choosing to see it as a sign. so, nyuh, you cynics.

my best friend/lover/musical partner of the past year recently told me that he thinks it's pathetic that people to communicate with other people on the internet. like it's a last-ditch attempt to find friends. don't you love it when people who've never experienced something sweepingly condemn it? sigh.

my mom told me last night that she had a dream i was standing in this room with a chest of drawers, and i was banging my head on the top drawer over and over. blood was spurting. but she could see my abdomen--"where your spirit man is," she said--was swollen and inflamed. and this demon was over to the side, rolling and crying in laughter. she said it was about my trying to fix my problems, killing myself trying to make everything okay, and i didn't even realize where the pain was really coming from: my spirit.

i've been trying to tame my mind. i end up spiraling downward into depressingly murky waters every time i allow myself to just-think. so i've started trying to cut off those negative thought patterns. it's damn hard, especially right before and after sleeping. i've been reading myself to sleep every night to solve the pre-obsessing. but the post- is the worst. the other morning i imagined i had this big rubber stamp with the word STOP on it. every time a thought would come into my head, i'd stamp all over it. i know it's stupid. but it kinda worked. and it made me laugh. so.

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Did your mom hit the bong before she went to sleep? I sometimes have dreams like that when I'm really baked.

ha. right.
ah, but there is that hookah they brought back from turkey in their living room. . .

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Can I start coming to Bible Study??? :eek

you just wanna show off your new nipple ring. :O

Westeren Religion is for suckers!

Come Now and Join the First Reformed Voodoo Church

mind youre own buiseness westerener. >:

I get a similar reaction :/ If it isn't one thing it's the other right?

You can't really blame someone for thinking like that.

and here i've been wondering why in the world you're an absolute cunt. :P

he's a dodgy blighter, that dole.... ;)

good to see you back regularly, ziggy.

so i'm awakened at 6:29 this morning by the banging of dishes into the dishwasher. my dad. how wonderful that he does the dishes thingy. how joyous that he's a crack-of-dawn kind of guy. so i'm lying there, trying to drift back down to some semblance of sleep. impossible. i'm trying to stamp out the myriad of thoughts flooding my mind. nope. so finally, i get up. eat some oatmeal, drink some cinnamon-stick tea with honey.

consolation: they're leaving tomorrow morning for a ten-day trip to tulsa. ahh.