thanksgiving hols summary.

damn.
i haven't posted in a while. i owe it to eating. no, i'm not kidding here. my hips will not fit through the door soon. and i still have a pancake ass and teenager tits. sigh.

my weave is way shorter and thus the most pointless of all the hair that i've had sewn into my head. it's no longer than my true hair and just as kinky, which gives it an authentic look. but it's straight and i have to sleep in rollers like i don't have a weave and i have no length to show off!

larry makes me tired. i really need some sort of counseling if i am going to do this. love isn't supposed to hurt or make you argue with the other person everyday. but then again, it's not supposed to make you abandon someone and be irresponsible for the pain that you case them, either. this blows--hard. can't tell you the number of times that i have fantasized about egging and keying my name into someone's car. not even larry's car--the neighbors' car, a child's wagon.. i just want the damage done.

i'm tired, but when am i not?