Ha!

I am extremely pleased to say that once again my unique talents are off limits to the general male public and reserved almost solely for one.

I blare loud music and dance like a loon.

That stupid Hoobastank song makes me happy, not sad.

I am needed. I knew I was loved, I knew I was wanted, but now I am needed.

I can live alone but I don't want to, goddamn it. I want what I want, and now I have it.

And if you don't think I should have it then fuck you. Bugger off. Go away. I. Do. Not. Care.

I may listen to your opinion, if I am in a good mood, but in the end it always comes down to me. I always do whatever the hell I want, in spite of what others tell me. Mum can tell you that. And I am doing what I want. And I am happy.

This is my version of standing on the roof top and shouting to the world "Fuck off! I got him back, I was right, (I'm always right) we have changed, it can work, we have issues, we will fix them, STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT!"

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.

I am not going to explain this so don't ask.

OK, if you ask I will probably answer, but if you don't be nice about the answer I will tune you out.

It's MY Life.

Mine.

All Mine.

Not Yours.

Mine.

And please don't make it hard for me to believe that.

minemineminemineminemineminemineminemineminemineminemineminemine

Hee hee, ha ha, ho ho. Life is good, the world is good, God is good, Aaron missed out, and if Chris ever, and I mean ever, waffles back the other way, I will castrate him and end his waffling forever. And if I am feeling particularly vicious, I will use a rusty spork.

Renee: Crickets are better than rabid bats.
Who can argue with that really?

(no subject)

I had a dream last night, of which I do not remember all the details, but there was a blind cheetah in it. And it was brown and huge, and on a chain in a zoo, and it loved me. It came over and nuzzled me, and I think it may have been crying. I know it was sad, in any case. Doesn't that seem like it should be symbolic? A sad blind cheetah?

If anyone has any thoughts on this, please feel free to share.

I Officially Like Horses Now

Oh. My. God. Hot men should not be allowed to ride horses unless they are single.

Me: Hey, Will looks pretty good up on that horse. Think we should buy him a cowboy hat?

Alex: Only if he takes his shirt off.

Katie: Hey Will! If you take off your shirt they'll buy you a cowboy hat.

Will: Yes! (gets off the horse) I'll take off my shirt if you give me five dollars.

Alex: I'll give you five dollars to take it all off.

The preceding was an actual conversation, because Will is unnaturally hot all by himself. But he is near to orgasmic when he is on a horse. Ahhhhh!


(It should be noted that I was the only one with money, and I only had three dollars on me, so Will remained fully clothed. Damn.)