Eyeliner + Black Fingerless Gloves = Happiness

It is raining and it is dark and the wind is blowing. I want hugs and kisses, which I do not get paid in. Thank goodness.

Crystal is coming home on Tuesday.

I have been doing highly uncharacteristic things lately, such as eating a tuna sub, hugging Nate, and being ridiculously honest.

My pretty gay boy cut his hair. It now looks veritably awful.

I overuse possessive...pronouns......adjectives......whatever. You know what I mean. I have a million boys, theories, bands, restaurants, cities, countries, clothing styles, strangers, and they're all "mine."

Robin must be called.

I would be way more up for getting my tongue pierced if it was less scary- and painful-sounding. It's incredibly hot, though. So I will just continue to consider: Do I really hate my tongue that much, to inflict such torture upon it? ::shiver:: Plans for lip punctuation, however, are still in full swing. Eek, it's getting closer! ::is excited:: Eight months! =P Mwah, mwah, mwah. Then I shall finally reach Willie Nirvana! haha, That sounded weird. Oh well, Crystal knows what I mean. =D

I have been incredibly lovey-dovey these past couple days. It's pretty weird. I think it's all that Copeland I've been listening to lately. I mean, I love the darlings, but.....well, that's just the problem. =) "Rain, rain, rain on my mind, I've got a secret life." =) Oh well. It's nice to wake up to. And someday I shall see them in a coffee shop in the middle of the night, and it will all be okay again.

El fin. I’ve got nothing left to say.