k. well it's been a long time. lotsa stuff going on. should be documenting it right? i will...i will.
just not now.

so.
apparently i am stressed out.
my body tells me this by not being able to process caffeine and alcohol.
both of these substances create a lovely sense of panic.

so i have replaced those things with sewing.
(made a purse...a skirt...and other crap.)

and planning trips.
trips make me happy.
especially when said trips take me to people i love.
my shane...my most lovely friend shane.
he has moved to columbus, which from the description, sounds similar to austin.
thats good on 2 levels...(1)i am going to a new cool place and (2) while i am going to ohio, it IS NOT cincinnati. yay.

then off to florida for the giving of thanks.
i like those people...my dad, his wife, and my sis.
they are good people.
they love me and tell me and are nice to me.
things that i need right now.
i mean, i guess i always need that.

my mom and i havent really had a civil conversation since last thanksgiving.
maybe we should do that soon.
or maybe not.
maybe i will just keep talking to people that like me.
and tell me so. and are nice to me.

sounds so simple...

well.
alright its been quite sometime.
things are.....
well....
fantastic?
phenomenal?
unbelievably wonderful?
yep. all the above.
they are.
i am stupid lucky.
i own five fucking dogs.
fuck.
robocop is the newest member.

and there is a business on the horizon.
watch the fuck out austin.
we are going to kick your awesomeness into a whole new awesome level.

of course the boy is inexplicably amazing.
a.maz.ing.

so yeah. pics are needed.
of robocop.
and my not so new red door.

ps: i am not buying anymore powdered parmesan-there is a shredder that comes with a block of parm in it. suh-weet.

i have this thing with red doors.
i dont know what it is, but i looove red doors.
we can drive by a dump, but show me that red door, and i am in love.
last night, he comes home.
he asks me if i got the package on the front porch.
and i say no! wtf, why didnt he TELL me there was a package on the front porch?
he knows how much i love gettting packages, on the front porch or otherwise.
i go out to the front porch, i dont see anything! its dark, i need to turn the porch light on...
with the light assisting me, i look for the package, but its no where to be seen.
i turn to exclaim our ghetto neighbors STOLE my package!
but i turn only to be faced with a gorgeous beaming red door!
and a gorgeous beaming boy.
damn.
hes good.
i sobbed like a retard, b/c my body apparently freaks out and doesnt know how to handle sweet gestures.
i hugged the door.
i love the door.
oh, he got some love too.

i want to sleep on the porch from now on.

some days just call for kicking peoples faces.

and not just their faces.
but their anus'.
and shins.
and necks.

i am deaf in one ear. have been sice jr. sr. at sxsw.
i have been dizzy and nauseous b/c of this-equilibrium thing.
i dont know, talk to science about the details.
anyway, not in a great mood.
and maybe i talk a little louder b/c of this.

and so the man on the phone that is useless cannot tell me to keep my voice down.
well, he can.
but then i will hang up on him and call his boss and rat him out for the wad of dick that he is.
i will also shoot his cat.
in pretend world anyway.
and the cat won't like it one bit.
he hates it.
and then he whimpers to his penis leach of an owner and meows oh so pitifully.
and then the jerk will kick the cat.
b/c thats what guys like him do.

god i hate him more.

AHA!
get it?
the cool kids do.
and some of the nerds do too.