Meh
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Mariah Carey (In My Head)
I have Vision of Love stuck in my head. It's only because I can't ever hear the entire song. I only catch the end for some reason.

I know, I've been gone for a minute, but stuff happened. I was really pissed of at something, and wrote it down, and meant to post it here, but the physical action of writing seemed to make me less angry. It's so weird.

Here it is, another year almost gone, and nothing's changed.

Michael Easton is still way hot. But there's been an intruder, who shall remain nameless. I did mention him on my Birthday Blog, but you'll have to guess who.

I have found a new nickname. It suits me to a tee. I even, sort of, have it like a logo:






La Dimenticata. Italian for "The Forgotten One". I chose Italian because, a) I'm obsessed with Italy, not as much as England, b) It was no where near as awesome sounding in Spanish or French. The reason it fits so well because, I always feel forgotten. Think about it, with the Renagades, stuff always happens, then they call me the next week and say, "Oh, it was so tight, you should have been there!" I would be there if a motherfucker would call a bitch! Unless Jarrett is there, then where ever they are is the last place I want to be. Another reason I like the name is because, well, no one ever seems to notice or remember me. I'm always overlooked. If I actually had plans to go to my 10th high school reunion, no one would even remember me. Unless Patrick showed up. Yeah, I had some friends in my year, but most of them probably wouldn't go. I doubt Rhonda would, she hates everybody. Katia might show up, but she's scary. She has bone-crushing hugs and if my parents think I'm heavy-handed, then she would break they're fucking arms with one hit. But to go back on topic, the name has awesome written all over it. It's almost crime-lord worthy. Hell, it is crime-lord worthy. Think about it, no one would ever suspect "The Forgotten One" a.k.a. Ol' What's Her Name.

My Jags are 2-0. Whoooooo! Go Jags!

Well, that's it for me today. Along with a new name, I've fashioned (stole) a new motto for me to go by, I think it will work for years to come: If at first you don't succeed, cheat. Repeat until caught. Then lie.

I'm phasing.