you’ve created a monster! *Editness

First of all, did you know if you put your fingers on the wrong keys and try to type ing, you will type omg?

yes, you will.

Second of all, i forgot what I was going to write about just now.

third, i’m not remembering.

oh well.

so i’m gonna call the social worker. would you like to wait and see what happens? ok!

ring 1

ring 2

ring 3…..!!!!

ring 4 *siiiiiiigh*

ring …5… to voicemail!!!

oh goodie….

i’m gonna kill someone.

i’ll leave a message.

please hold…

i can sound so nice and sweet when i want to… even when I’m ready to RIP OFF HEADS AND SHOVE ENTRAILS DOWN THROATS.

entrails is a fun word.

just say it.

entrails.

almost like entertainment.

but not.

so much.

ANYWAY….

Baboo just invited me to go to a… twit-up.

Please, don’t ask me what that is exactly and why they are calling it that.

but I suppose it’s people from twitter meeting up.

Let me just say I’m glad he asked me and I can actually go.

This means that he’s willing to be "seen" with me, and since most of his little twitter peeps (ha ha twitpeeps!) are girls then that means he’s not afraid to show them he has a gf, which is a big thing for my security.

So we’ll see.

it isn’t until after 8:30 (if it even happens, i guess it wasn’t set in stone yet) so i have time to get home, get my work out clothes, go to the gym, go to the store for weird odds and ends, and get home in just a smidge of time to shower and get ready.

yeah, that’ll work out FAMOUSLY.

OH SO FAMOUS.

My brother will be home alone more, but it’s not that big of a deal.

Last night when I talked to my boys (who are staying with my dad this week) they wanted to talk to him more than me! jeesh!

I feel like an eggplant.

I’m wearing a purple shirt and i looked down and I was like "hmm, very eggplanty"

so there ya go with that.

So some of you have created a little monster in me complimenting my writing. It makes me want to write more. I might end up making that "story" diary… but probably not. The attention whore does love to be noticed though. 

 See what attention does for the little attention whore inside of me? She just slurps it up and wants more.

She’ll show you her boobs for a compliment.

She’s such a slut.

an easy cheap date slut.

thinking of cheap date, on 4th of july my cousin was drinking a wine cooler (a mojito.. mmm) and got DRUNK from one. it was so cute. She also had her gf come by, she’s lesbian, but not quite out of the closet so she kept introducing her as just a friend. But I know different (she told me a few years ago)… i wanted them to be able to sit near each other and do cute girly stuff, but they didn’t. Her girflriend is obviously the more masculine of the two, but still sorta femme and pretty.

Anyway… why am i talking about that? hell if I know.

My aunt wasn’t feeling good. I hope she’s ok now. 

And on and on it goes.

god i feel blorpy.

so i forgot to get mustard on my subway. i don’t eat mayo, so mustard is the only… uhhh… condiment I really get on sandwiches like that. It tasted weird. oh well. I have a half to eat tomorrow, so at least i dont’ have to think about it!

I had a dream that I was pregnant last night. I was going to have the baby any day and I was washing dishes.

how lame.

I’ve done a lot of work today and I’m wittling down my "file" pile.

FILE PIIIIILE!!!! (SHLOOMP)

don’t ask.

i really wish you were all in my head.

then i could love you the right way.

oh yeah baby.

all the way.

all the right ways.

Anyway, i’m crazy.

despite all of my relationship woes, i’m really hoping that TONIGHT is the night I get laid.

I really REALLY  need to have sex or have an orgasm of some kind. I might skip the gym JUST so I can masturbate, seriously.

I feel like a shaken soda bottle and I’m about to explode.

it won’t be as sexy as you might think.

this next weekend I MUST dye my hair and take new pics.

i really wish I could remember what I was gonna write about.

I guess this is it.

 

*Edited for: The "twit-up" thingie isn’t happening. So I probably won’t see him. Won’t be getting any penis tonight.

guess it’s me and my own "devices"… oh well! An orgasm is an orgasm at this point. I feel really pent up. I want to hump someones leg.. or their third leg. ha ha!