|The only thing I'm scared of is never again feeling the way I do when I'm with you
||[13 Mar 2005|07:28pm]
Home. Long day. One. Word. Sentences.
Taylor's home, zonked out on my bed from the painkillers. Apparently he is INDEED a male, because he definately got chopped. I stood in line for almost a half an hour at the low cost spay/neuter clinic today. Some people have some fucked up names for their pets (shut up, I didn't name him after a beautiful, talented, most androgenous artist). Seriously, I wonder if the employees at vet clinics laugh at the stupid-ass names some people give to their pets.
Wedding was good. Cherish looked beautiful. I realized today that I've been to more funerals than weddings in the past year. I'm SO OVER you people dying. Knock it off! I'll have no more of it!
No, seriously. Wedding was good. I feel so old - and I'm just barely 21. Holy fuck. And you know what else? After two days, I'm soooo over the CB scene - man, it's the same people, different nights. For you CB folks, sarah little_s42 and Andrea demonic_raisin and I saw Mitch Purvis last night - who knew he was such a good singer? He sang some karaoke (well, we also saw a buttload of other people we knew, but you folks would remember Mitch more than, say, Tifa Silver).
I share a sick obsession with michael jackson. Wanna guess what it is?
I really fucking hate doing the double public post/locked post thing so I'm just not going to talk about it. *points up* read the subject line. The end.