not in sight

james james. he gets out of work in a few hours. we are supposed to talk about his life. because he has no plans for it.

he scares me. because i know what i’m doing…sort of.

fucking things up is sure as hell what i’m doing.

my mom went crazy again. my remaining twenty four days are to be spent with no car. which i can handle…except for work. but now i’m not to concerned about asking for ANYTHING. I’m just going to do what ever the fuck i want. which means spending alot of nights at james’. i look like hell right now…but i might shower, shave my legs and see if he wants to kiss me after work. i’m sure he does unless he is tired or has other plans.

caitlin came from texas to stay with me for a few days. it was a blast. but my mom took our leftover rum. i was planning on getting trashed with that. i really need to get to my car. the crazy mother removed it from our property. it has shoes, planners, cd’s and all sorts of other things i need in it.

i’m not quite sure as to where they hid the car.

but i have some fabulous guesses. is that how you spell that word?

and then i will probabaly fuck with the car beyond belief.

probably move it to a desolate parking lot.

i am just in a terrible mood.

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