This is dead. Sorry.

Ok. So I haven't lost the battle of Weed.
I'm going to try to be "friends" with it.
Intimate friends March 20th 2010.

Royce and I have a couple's Halloween party to go to on the 23rd.
It's so funny to be a part of that.

We adopted a baby kiki!
He's a small fluff with a cold.
His name - Ganja.

My life isn't that interesting once I stop taking an interest in the outside world.
I'll spend forever watching Cowboy Bebop and the Office.

A girl with blond and pink hair came over last night. She also had a geometrically pleasing patterned skirt and fuzzy ugg-like boots.
Not my cup of tea, grant you - it looked like a rave birthed her.
However her eyes were all over Rojo. Imagine she's currently eighteen and recognized him from ATRF. I'm dating her obvious crush from when she was thirteen or fourteen.

Proud moment for me (that is sarcasm).

Royce and I actually had our first bump in the road.
Apparently - he loves weed.
I almost went into cardiac arrest I was so astounded.
So now Weed and I are going to duke it out for the heart of Royce Elliott Leeds.
I will not fucking fail. Pathetic.

Something about him is so worth it.

I want my mom to give me her car.
I have to meet up with Ash tomorrow for dinner or something.
I've missed her petite stature more than anyone could guess.
I need to get in touch with people and the world again.
A-n-t-i-s-o-c-i-a-l.

I spent all of yesterday drinking.
Vodka + cranberry raspberry juice.
Then to mix it up a little, some whiskey and cherry coke in the evening.
I met some new people! Always a pleasant experience.

Then in the middle of the night fell a tiny bit in love.
I don't know if it's because he was dancing outside in blue shiny spandex
OR if it was because Kyle was getting him to make sound effects of war on command.
It's probably because he finds sex marathons just as funny as I do.
And he always plays jokes on me.
And his voice is wonderfully deep and loud, along with his ever-constant laugh.
And he rubs my back in the best way without me having to ask for it.
And he always plunges his hand into my hair when he kisses me.
And we can constantly joke and converse, and he listens so well.
AND he's starting to take my advice. He has the same goal I do.

He makes me feel happy/comfortable/loved/attractive/safe/important.
He gives. This time I'm not going to take. I'm going to give back double.

I'm prattling like an idiot :)

Lemon cakkkkkkeeee with cream cheese frostinggggggggg.
Suck it all of you losers who aren't doing something as cool as I am.

I miss my B.
I miss my J&J.
I miss mah mawm.
I love the effects of alcohol.
And how mother fucking fast I can type while still under the influence.
lovelovelovelogelovleovelvoelfjaiefj;laskjef

Headaches are not so favorable.
Neither is a cold night walking to the boyfriends house.
I feel like to obtain the ability to handle the evening, I should probably down the vodka in my purse.

Oh and sweet mary - I will demolish that fuckin' bottle.