So yesterday, I had a total glam primp and pamper day for my hair. Color and Cut all around! (my roots were almost 2" long! agh!)
Coco always does such a fabulous job bleaching the shit out of my hair, and making it oh-so-soft and wonderful to touch, and look at! I love her, she is awesome at molesting my scalp.
BTW, I didn't ask for a valentine cause I still have yours from last year and didn't want you to go through the trouble of sending me another one. Realistically, it would have been stolen out of my mailbox by crackheads, cause they do that kinda thing.
I'm four years older than you and nowhere near admitting that I'm bi to my parents! I intended to when I was about your age when I had my last girlfriend, but she dumped me the day before I was about to proudly tell the parents and then couldn't bring myself to do it. And since I've been in love with my man for 5 years... there was really no need to tell them. But now that I'm single again, and all about the women... it's starting to freak me out.
You are very brave and very strong. It's a fucking hard thing to do. Especially because of the "why?" question. I mean, what the fuck? Why do people always ask that? Seriously!! What do they expect us to answer?! Because it's fun?? It would be a lot easier if it was one or the other, for me, anyway... but I just fucking love both men and women and that's the end of it.
A friend in need of an escape came to stay for a night, and ended up leaving on tuesday (riiiiiight). It was fun to have a couch bum for half a week though. He is the guy who took that picture in my last entry.... Read More
I'm sorry that my drunken craziness at your house prolly furthered behaviour in your roommate that you'd like to curb. I used to have a roomie who went through a period of drinking and being retarded (and bringing strange dudes home), and I nearly killed her over it. This is why I live by myself now.
My childhood friend? One of them is Sara, who was my best friend starting around age 4 (and who I will be seeing at her parents' house on Superbowl Sunday). She lived down the street, and her house was on a cul-de-sac down the hill from ours. I could sit on my back fence and shout down to her when she was in her backyard or when she had her bedroom window open. My fondest memories are of us hopping fences and going to play in the regional park behind the houses, where we had a playhouse in a tree made by her dad and brother. it was terribly fun, and I am astonished that we never got poison oak.
I have plenty of things I'd like to say to you, I don't want to stop being your friend, but I also want you to be happy and I can't say those things without you or someone else getting pissed off. Honestly though, you rarely posted comments in my journal before you started thinking that I was ignoring you and if I started a conversation on AIM, it had to be very interesting to you or you wandered off with out saying goodbye. The last sentence sounds like much more of an accusation than it is. Anyway, I've seen your friends list, I know you have plenty of other people to talk to and I'm sure you have many friends and you don't need me pissing people off or making your life more complicated than it is from all the way down here when I don't really even know whats going on up there. Thats pretty much it, I'd rather you be happy than I just have someone to talk to on the internet. I still read your journal whenever you post, and I will always be here if you need anything, but I think its better if I play a less active roll in your life.
I'm pretty much in awe.
i feel like crap
i miss you
call me when you read this
i dont want to wake you up or i would call you
love.
jon