this is, like, my FOURTH attempt at an update today. i open this little box and it all goes to heaven or hell in seconds and i'm traipsing off with it wearing my halo and looking for my hand basket.
gah!
anyways, as i was saying earlier in the entry that AIM ate, wow! what an entry last night! i haven't flowed with that thought train in a loooong time! i was feeling so weird at that moment and just laughing maniacally while just typing away . . . it was kinda fun.
today was uneventful. i stayed home and got yet some more sleep as i was feeling like death left in on low in an old pan on the back burner all nigt and then you wake up to see death was slowly burned to a crispy smelly lump that is now fused to your pan and you have to move and get all new furniture to get rid of the smell. so i called in and tried to lie down but Angel suddenly hit the 'girlfriend is gone' sleep mode where things get scratched and there are gaseous emissions and much flopping until the male body is sprawled across an entire queen bed with all the covers directly UNDER the masculine form that has only the good bits covered - along with your pillow. since i needed to breathe non-contaminated air and lie very still so as not to puke, i fled the room at a stumble and collapsed in Ronica's bed to sleep it off.
i woke to Angel beating his head on the top bunk after checking on me and promptly fell back to sleep. next, he came in at about 1pm to tell me he'd be back later and all i could think to say is, "don't hit your head, i love you, what time, bring me juice, are you ok, cherry, i'm sorry, baby." which he translated into "what time is it? i'm sorry i called into work and then slept all day. you hit your head before, are you ok? i love you! could you please bring me some of that cherry juice? be careful and don't hit your head again! when will you be back?"
sheesh, he's good, isn't he?
i was just laying there taking stock for about half an hour after he left and then i got up to let go of the liquid my body was done with and check e-mail.
i'm surprised. the only e-mails i get anymore tell me that my girlfriend, who apparently has some sort of identity crisis as her name is NEVER the same, has told everyone confidentially that my penis doesn't satisfy her and they have the answer to my problems. along with my new, massive, penis, they will hook me up with a lot of free porn sites and their own web cam along with some pics they have taken of themselves and a movie of what spontaneously happened at the last all-girl slumber party they threw where all of them (including MY girlfriend of the many names!) were dressed in lingerie and just happened to have both strap-ons and vibrators. Along with all this sex, (as if this isn't MORE that enough) they will show me how i can refinance all my debt and then live completely debt free but not even have a job so i can focus on my new sex life and my new body that i, too, can have if i drink a lot of this secret liquid that isn't even on the market yet!
WHEEEEE! i'm so excited i can hardly wait! i get all this and i didn't even know i had a penis!
was i actually going somewhere with this? YES! yes, i was! other than the mail of the aforementioned variety, i have had only template requests so i have signed up for another diary that will be just for designs. i will test them there and list some there and do all of the requests through that site rather than this one. it will make me feel less loved HERE, but keep all the people i don't know off my personal diary so they don't have to wade through my day and think, "gosh what an old old woman she is! she has a KID even! freaky! i'm going to get old woman cooties from her!"
not that i think they think that now, but i'm just saying . . .
finally, i will finally beg.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE tell me what you think of the new look. i don't care if you love or hate it, i just want to know what you think. or just say hi. tell me you didn't die out there in internet land. tell me you have cool new shoes or what you ate for lunch, even if it IS the 'cream of some young guy'. tell me a stupid joke and wait for me to laugh. yell "BOOOO!" suddenly and wait for me to scream. something! anything!
i'm really bored here in my being-sick-and-loafing-about mode. i'm too bored to surf porn! help!
confessed on Sunday, Feb. 09, 2003