leia131 | 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?