Failing Hope II

You belong to me, my snow white queen.

So.

It's kind of surprising to me that I haven't written here in awhile even though so much has happened the last few weeks.

I hate when I find grammer mistakes in something published but meh, what can you do?

Anyways, at least my room is colors I like.

Boo on my shoulder constantly hating my guts, or my back to be more specific.

I still have yet to make my bed, I've been in my sleeping bag since we moved here.

We officially lost track of where everything was other then knowing everything was in boxes. We moved here and I haven't been to RC since last Thursday. That night I emptied every box for my room and went to bed by 3am.

Madre's birthday was yesterday.

I want more piercings.

I want my shoulder to be non-exsistant. Either that...or for it to behave and stop hurting like a mo' fo' all the time.

I'm going to be filling out applications tomorrow, hopefully someone falls for me and decides to hire me. That would be nice.

It would be nicer to be able to find my DVD's.

gah.

Cinnomen Toast Candle= aMAZing.

posted by Denise @ 12:34 AM