turn your soup into a taco

last night i realized my crazy desire to be included. when the boys come over i just want to be part of the drinking, the casino the everything.

i’ve been watching too much tv. i’m actually amused by the semi-witty slogans at the end of each commercial. i’m only watching lifetime, which adds to the too much. i can’t be alone in the dark with out being seriously terrified of a serial killer. it’s the only time i wish i had a gun under my pillow…just incase.

is faith the perfect name for a hooker?

sometimes i wish that i had…i don’t know what i wish i had. i wrote that then started laundry. i have such problems with focus.

i’m going to the lake tomorrow.

suicide is wierd. i could never imagine being that unhappy.

i’ve been cooking my own food, and i really enjoy it. i had chicken nuggets, apple sauce and nacho’s…yum.

i’m always amused by the golden girls, it makes me wonder if i am destined to be a spinster. i hope that when i am old and widowed i live with a group of girls.

my roomate just moved to australia. well not just, but she moved home for the summer, and she’s leaving for australia in july. meaning i won’t see her until january. wow, crazy.

the most exciting thing about moving home is my pets. i can’t wait to have a dog to play with, and cats to sleep with.