I Want A Party, Dammit!
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Finally - FINALLY - got around to archiving April's entries on my older entries page, which still has my talkiebox on it, which I DO check occasionally... really... *wry grin*

If I were gonna be male, I'd go with whatever male singer happened to seem most appealing at the moment - notice a pattern here? Yes, you see, voices WOULD carry over in my perfect-dream-wish-thing here, so I want to make sure I have a good one, something I can sing with and not feel sheepish, something that will sound quite pleasant whispering sweet not-so-nothings in someone's ear. For this reason, Sean Connery is also tempting. *GRIN* Now if I could have his body when he was about James Bond age... OH yeah.

Talking with Caleb online... just saw the most hilarious picture, courtesy of a Scott - if it's not right there, go back a few entries to find it, it's SO worth seeing if you are a sluggy fan or a Sailor Moon fan... or both... *HUGE grin, muchly amused*

The oxycodone is completely eroding my sense of perspective and depth perception - when I'm riding in cars, I would SWEAR we are about to hit vehicles that are several carlengths away, and SWEAR we have plenty of room when we are bumper-to-bumper with something. It means that I can't drive, which REALLY sucks - I want to go out to Beaverton and see Grr and Spikeboy and company.

I want to not be stuck here.

Mind you, here got a bit better - Deb actually SAID that she and Robert aren't going to just toss me out on my arse, that Robert apparently regards me going to live with my parents as a fate worse than death and one he wouldn't put anyone through (YAY!)... I don't know if it will last, this happiness, and I DO know that I will doubt it the first time I see the next bill (which should be arriving in a week or two... and I have NO money now...).

But it's helpful, not having quite as much fear-and-terror looming.

I need to log into my hotmail accounts more often. The ones I prize most are dying on me, because I use them so rarely. *blushes, quite sheepish*

My shoulder still hurts.

This was meant to be a nice, useful, interesting entry but really all it is, is filler... I want to go have fun with friends, not be on a computer. I want all the people I know online and all the people I know IRL to meet up somewhere in the portland area for coffee, and for at least one of them to swing by and pick me up on the way. I want a party.

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