Reading. Writing. Bath time. Salads. Oragams. All that good jazz.
Cyndi at 11, which sounds quite nice.
Chris tomorrow. I have no idea what the rest of the week entails.
Gay prom this weekend (WHICH I KNOW, I THOUGHT IT WAS LAST WEEKEND, I AM SORRY.) I believe and if not gay prom, going to the gorge with a bunch of kids I don’t know to spend a weekend in a hot tub and getting drunk.
Sleepy sleepy sleepy.
I cannot write. Fuck.
Possibility of taking a bus for only about $80 to Columbia, South Carolina to stay with boy for a week. Then my family would drive thru and pick me up, and we would drive to Charleston to spend about four days for my mom’s vacation. And then I would get to see Dillon as well, which would be awesome.
I hope this works out. I find out very soon.
I wanted to do something special for it, but can’t come up with anything. So. I guess if you have any requests or ideas, leave them in my ask?
I would like to thank my followers though. Admittedly, I don’t use this thing for social networking or networking at all. I cannot say I’ve made any “friends” thru it. I hardly follow anyone who follows me, and I only post stuff that I like. I write about myself and my life and the people in it, which isn’t exactly “cool” to do here, so for those who enjoy reading it, thank you.
I’ve said it before, and I will again. I use this thing to document my life so I can look back on it. It’s really not for anyone but me, but if you enjoy it, I’m glad.
So I guess for my 10,000 post I can say that I am really happy I have this collection of thoughts and inspiration. It’s pretty rad.
- Me: It'll be the most beautiful sleep since sleeping beauty. Or Terri Schiavo.
- Cyndi: Ha okay I'll be your prince if you need one. In other words I'll revive you from a coma if need be.
- Me: Romantic. If you don't hear from me by 11 tomorrow, be concerned.
- Cyndi: Okay, sleep now.
- Me: You're not my real dad.
- Cyndi: False. And so the plot thickens.
this is the most impressive sexting I’ve ever seen. It’s like a visual journey almost like the real thing.
Except I’m still not under you and you’re still five hundred miles away.
Technology, you crazy beast.