So, Yeah . . .

Well, around seven or eight last night, Andy IMs me and yells at me for my two previous entries.  I can see why, but . . . I get that way.  I can’t help how I feel.  And sometimes I need to talk about it, and this is where I feel most comfortable ranting, talking, complaining, whatevering.  At least, for the most part.  It’s actually scary that I’m semi-reliant on this as a means of keeping my secrets, my dreams, and other things like that when it’s been hacked into twice.  I remember a good deal of the entries I need to rewrite.  I really should start that soon.  I’m gonna write them offline, or maybe I can just write them as private entries, and then insert them later on.  I don’t know.  I’ll figure out something.

Anyway, after I talked to Andy, and calmed him down from hijacking a car and illegally driving down to New Jersey, I got off, and decided to go to K-mrt to browse for Christmas stuff for people.  While I was there, I found this awesome satiny skirt that I’m gonna (hopefully) wear on Christmas and the day of our Christmas party.  Then I went over to Pathmark and bought some nacho chips and decided to spoil myself and bought “The Grinch” with Jim Carrey, and “Christmas Eve on Sesame Street.”  (Yeah, I’m a big kid.  I still love that movie.)  And I got these two Christmas music CD’s, and a mini-fuzzy smiley/peace poster.  So, yeah, that was cool.

I guess I’m feeling better.  I’m just as glad.