Fucking Suicidegirls Kick Arse.
Arse. Arse. Arse. Tats Tats Tats.
Ive been having so much fun checking this periodically throughout the day. And my myspace, everyones been so fucking cool and complimentary. I feel like a little princess.
On a lighter note, I got drunk and did yet another Michael Mcdonald Marathon (he triple M) and filled out some survey while intoxicated and basically put some MM related answer in almost every possible question.
I have serious Michael Mcdonald issues.
hahahahahaha
I had a weird dream about my grandmother last night. I was sitting in the kitchen and Patrick came in and said "Amber, you should listen to this"...and it was my grandmothers voice repeating my name over and over over and over, then making amends with me, and apologizing for us drifting apart (we were closer than you could imagine my whole life, until politics and self destructive behavior pushed us apart)... It was so vivid. The thick country accent, and the singing tone of her voice...
I really miss her everyday. She's still alive... I saw her name on my buddy list the other day and wanted so badly to talk to her, but I didnt. I have tried to reach out to her before, but to no avail. She tried desperately, and even came to tears to get me to contact her, but when I did, no response.
*sigh*
I hope my Anna Jane is okay...
And for those of you who haven't seen the set yet, here it is!
Leave comments pleeeeeease? Prettttttty please!
Arse. Arse. Arse. Tats Tats Tats.
Ive been having so much fun checking this periodically throughout the day. And my myspace, everyones been so fucking cool and complimentary. I feel like a little princess.
On a lighter note, I got drunk and did yet another Michael Mcdonald Marathon (he triple M) and filled out some survey while intoxicated and basically put some MM related answer in almost every possible question.
I have serious Michael Mcdonald issues.
hahahahahaha
I had a weird dream about my grandmother last night. I was sitting in the kitchen and Patrick came in and said "Amber, you should listen to this"...and it was my grandmothers voice repeating my name over and over over and over, then making amends with me, and apologizing for us drifting apart (we were closer than you could imagine my whole life, until politics and self destructive behavior pushed us apart)... It was so vivid. The thick country accent, and the singing tone of her voice...
I really miss her everyday. She's still alive... I saw her name on my buddy list the other day and wanted so badly to talk to her, but I didnt. I have tried to reach out to her before, but to no avail. She tried desperately, and even came to tears to get me to contact her, but when I did, no response.
*sigh*
I hope my Anna Jane is okay...
And for those of you who haven't seen the set yet, here it is!
Leave comments pleeeeeease? Prettttttty please!
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amina:
Im not stingy with the vag like you are!
r3x:
Just a minor question... were you drunk the night of the dream? I'm just thinking that it's possibly alcohol has a means of opening a person's deepest thoughts and memories, as it can with lowering inhibitions.