seriously ya'll, kiss

I'm so fucking horny right now. I'm begging skinny to stick it in me.

I think it's a full moon or something.

I need it.

My Second Home

I loooooooooooooove it there. I love eyes on me. I love applause.

Is that wrong? Arrogant? Cheesy?

I don't care. It's fucking hot. I don't ever get the chance to feel so alive unless I'm being fucked. And it would have to be good to match the feeling. Like hair-pulling, ass-slapping, name-calling good fucking.

ALIVE! AT HOME! AT LAST!

My Copy Cat List

Things that make me happy:

A good blog.
Getting a day off work--even if it means having a horrible fever.
Reading crappy fantasy.
Prequels.
Soup when you're sick.
Getting mail.
When my cat sits on my chest.
Knowing someone so well you can say "you would."
EG's choice of words making me giggle, making him laugh, making me giggle again.
Chocolate almonds with Neenia.
Girly sleepovers with my fellow Mermaid.
Harry Potter.
When sim-Alathariel has a baby with sim-EG.
Learning to cook a new meal.
Getting something done.
Moving into a new house.
Being on stage.
Being backstage.
Scrubs.
Hanging out with Neenia and Skinny Rabbit and knowing it's absolutely necessary to perform all of RENT for ourselves.
Finding out that [title of show] is going to Broadway.
Writing a good song.
Getting a message from EG.
Planning what I'd do with a million dollars.
Camping.
Dressing up in costumes.
Speaking with an accent.
Reading good children's fantasy.
The superman symbol.
Knowing I'm going to live in England one day.
Listening to the Beatles.
Eating pasta.
Gruyeres cheese.
Magic.

Write your own!

Get Me OUT!

When is it going to stop?

I'm so sick of being ashamed of myself! I'm so sick of being panicked!

Shouldn't we put this in perspective? I'm not addicted to drugs. I'm not an alcoholic. I didn't get into a car crash, killing or injuring people. I haven't started or been a part of any wars. I didn't burn anyone's favourite book. I didn't steal anyone's boyfriend. I've never kidnapped anyone. I didn't even get an STD on my crazy year in Europe.

All I did was borrow a lot of money to go to theatre school and, because it's theatre school, have not been able to pay it back. It's not even that much money! But when the all want it back at the same time, how is that possible? It's not.

So I have to live with feeling bad until it's completely gone, and live with panic for most of that time, too.