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tabular_rasaWhat can't I resist, Liz?
I'm no good at getting the points I want to get across in this journal anymore. I think it's because I spent a whole heck of a lot less time on it than I used to. I just say stuff, and go . . . and when I'm happy, I forget to write about it, because I'm busy being happy. It's turned into a coping mechanism, lol . . . a foul-weather friend.
So . . . um . . . I'm happy, right now? I think?
I gained like eight pounds over the weekend, but that's okay, I guess, as long as I forget to eat for the rest of today, lol :-P
We have a screaming doormat at the entrance to our room. Patricia got annoyed last night (probably right around when everyone kept coming over and stepping on it repeatedly, just to hear it scream) and told us to turn it off, lol . . . We turn it off during quiet hours, too, of course . . . that'd be just what we need to stumble out of bed in the morning and have it scream and have everyone on the floor wake up.
We need to find some way to string up my Halloween lights . . . fun as that was with them in the circle on the floor that one night, that happens so seldom, so, really, I ought to put them up, I should . . .
Keith needs to wear a cloak more often. That was an awesome picture. Genuinely evil, lol . . . THAT'S how you be Professor Snape, Keith. Though maybe without the hood . . .
I have an alternate identity. *Smirks.*
I have way too much fun.
I'm no good at getting the points I want to get across in this journal anymore. I think it's because I spent a whole heck of a lot less time on it than I used to. I just say stuff, and go . . . and when I'm happy, I forget to write about it, because I'm busy being happy. It's turned into a coping mechanism, lol . . . a foul-weather friend.
So . . . um . . . I'm happy, right now? I think?
I gained like eight pounds over the weekend, but that's okay, I guess, as long as I forget to eat for the rest of today, lol :-P
We have a screaming doormat at the entrance to our room. Patricia got annoyed last night (probably right around when everyone kept coming over and stepping on it repeatedly, just to hear it scream) and told us to turn it off, lol . . . We turn it off during quiet hours, too, of course . . . that'd be just what we need to stumble out of bed in the morning and have it scream and have everyone on the floor wake up.
We need to find some way to string up my Halloween lights . . . fun as that was with them in the circle on the floor that one night, that happens so seldom, so, really, I ought to put them up, I should . . .
Keith needs to wear a cloak more often. That was an awesome picture. Genuinely evil, lol . . . THAT'S how you be Professor Snape, Keith. Though maybe without the hood . . .
I have an alternate identity. *Smirks.*
I have way too much fun.
