:NAVIGATION: :BONUS: :CONTACT: :FIREFLY: :THANKS: |
I feel better. Mmm... Linz is over today. The 'rents have gone out on their 18th anniversary trip this weekend, and they've left me and Linz in charge. Okay, so "officially" she's in charge of me and Stephanie, but hey... I'm cool. I'm a co-dictator. But I don't get any money from it. Oh, be sure to wish the 'rents a happy 18th. That's a long time. I mean... really. I couldn't stand being with somebody I'm related to for 18 years... Ooh, I'm like, halfway done with my Haiti paper! Yaaaay me! I've decided that the attitude/crying all the time comes from the way I'm looking at these projects. If I don't think of them as truly outRAGEous projects that there is NO WAY IN HECK I'm ever going to finish, then... they won't be so stressful. And that lovely ulcer will begin to go away. And maybe if I stop believing in doors, there will be no more doors. Ever. Uh, anyway, I'm kidding about the ulcer deal. I'm gonna go eat my Lean Pocket, and settle down for an Angel episode. Or 20. Toodles! <-Ghost-> Song: Better Man-Pearl Jam |
:SOUNDTRACK:
:I
READ: |