Dear Mr. Dale Earnhardt, Jr. and Mr. J.D. Gibbs,

I’m writing you both in response to the press conference held today by Mr. Earnhardt, Jr. announcing that he was leaving his father’s company, Dale Earnhardt, Incorporated. (more…)

So my basically free day between semesters is now over. What did I do? I sat on my ass and made animated icons. Yes. That is all I did. Well I battled between Phoebe and Piper, but that’s it. Phoebe would catch herself playing with Piper and then go hide on my bed under a blanket. She still has barely eaten or drunk anything and I’m afraid she’s going to make herself sick…

But, I also got my grades today. (more…)

So about fifteen of my friends graduated today and I wasn’t there. Why? I overslept until almost 1:30 and by then, it had already started. I didn’t get to sleep until after three last night and because I slept so long and hard… I missed a phone call where I could have been a camera person at the theme park tonight for the Heart concert. I fucking LOVE Heart. So on top of all of that… I have two fighting girl cats.

Yeah, and that lil white bitch there who looks like Phoebe says ladies don’t fight…. whatever. (more…)

Piper is here…. Pitty Pat is eh, but Phoebe is BEYOND fucking pisstastic…. cat is DIANA ROSS BITCH MAD!

I want out. I need out. I can’t stand it. I can’t take the stabs. I can’t take the yelling. I can’t take the hurt. I can’t take talk. I can’t take the thoughts. I can’t take the tears. I can’t take it. I can’t make it. I won’t make it.

What did I do so fucking wrong to deserve this? Was I born on the wrong day? The wrong hour? Was I this evil person in a past life and was brought to this, here and now, as payback?

Why me?

- This is going to be a post of random thoughts from the past few days.
- One final down, one more to go (Thursday).
- I &heart; Shannon’s bug! and her cat! and her new kitty!
- I &heart; my cats and I’m getting another one.
- I turned my boy into a NASCAR fan - heee.
- I hate people who order stuff from Avon for you and then don’t want to pay for it. Grr. Grr.
- I hate upsetting my friends.
- I’m not in the financial standpoint to go to Charlotte even though I really want to.
- I know that upsets a lot of people, but I’m trying my damnest to be an adult and bills and transportation come before lusting after pretty drivers who I sometimes I want to do dirty things to. *sigh*
- My Tony is back! Fierce, opinionated, and bitchy!
- On May 1, 1998, a certain blonde asked me if he was sexual and I replied with a yes. I’ve been a fan ever since.