So I'm talking to my friend Chris... and I tell him something very important. And completely out of the fucking blue he hits me with this little stretch of conversation.

( What's the sound of someone who's conceited and dumb? )

Took pictures today because I put makeup on for the first time in almost a week.

( Pray your demons don't find me, I'll turn them against you )

To paraphrase Jason (because if I try to explain it I will look like a rambling fool and what he said was so much nicer):

We exchanged jewelry and said that word that we didn't think existed. And then we danced in his living room to the Violent Femmes.

And now we're happy. And together. For better or for worse. We're sticking together, because that's what you do when you love someone.

We have a lot of pictures with her showing us her seefood. Sometimes it's hard to believe she's going to be a freshman in high school in September.

But then again, it's also hard to believe I'm supposed to be eighteen when we're rolling around on the floor, yelling and hitting and biting and kicking each other.

( Forgive my short attention span )

I'm sick. There's no doubt about it. It is NOT just a long hangover. My throat hurts like a bitch, and now my ear is starting up. Bleh. I really really hope I don't have an ear infection, because that would suck.

Tomorrow is hanging out with Lindsay and looking at the pictures from my junkyard photoshoot, 'cause she's got the dvd. Hooray. I get to show off my new kicks tomorrow, even though it's going to be ridiculously hot and I'm going to die, but who cares?

I haven't washed off my makeup in two days. It's so pretty, I don't want to ruin it. But my face is starting to get pissed off at me so...

Gonna go shower now.

So, yesterday I was walking along 5th and Yamhill and these gutterpunks sitting on the sidewalk were like, " Oh, you're beautiful! You're gorgeous!" and I'm blushing like a freak and I sit down and give them money and talk to them.

And end up hanging out with them all day long. And getting drunk with them. And spending the night with one of them. And coming away from the whole thing with a boyfriend.

Hooray for me? I don't know. One of his friends was like, " So how long have you guys been together?" and I told her we'd just met that day and she's like, " Wow, not even a week for this one!" and the other girl was like, " Shut up, don't say anything!"

... so I totally don't know what to make of that. At all. My heart is probably gonna get curb stomped again. Sweet. Just what I wanted.

But I did get into Rocky. I am a light. Hooray! The meet and greet was today, and it went well. I can already tell I'm going to have problems with one of the Trannies, but hey, I can be a bitch with manners, dammit!

So yeah. Going to 18 and Over show tonight. I cleaned Robert and Claire's bathrooms for the money. Begging money from Mom so I can buy these RAD ASS BITCHIN' boots I saw at Buffalo Exchance. I want them so fucking bad. And Lindsay bought me a new belly barbell, so I have a cute little scorpion curled up in my bellybutton.

Ironic, isn't it?

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That's because Catwoman kicks ass and is the coolest villain ever. Besides Harley and Poison Ivy.

( I taught your girlfriend that thing with her tongue that you like )

I made a delicious snack for the HOB bbq. Not telling anyone what it is, it's a surprise.

Gonna go drink and set stuff on fire! Legally! YAY!

( You're an open book, here's a mirror, take a look )

As everyone knows, I get bored. Especially if I've woken up at two in the morning, have watched the first six episodes of Fruits Basket with my lil Sis, and then have nothing else to do.

So what do I do? Feeling grimy, I decide to go take a bath and a shower. And then spy the camera, and get a thought.

( Hehehehehehe )

Taking pictures when you've just woken up from a nap, in the bathroom where the washer and dryer are and the dryer is going so it's so humid in said bathroom that there are water droplets goind down the mirror is a BAD IDEA!

I will learn eventually.

( Sweet sweet maple syrup kisses )