Ok.. So you have been waiting patiently right. And I have been badly avoiding uploading my pictures.. But here they are....
At least that is where they startTEA PARTY
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So good news right. Wensly said the insurance company will send some money for the laptop. I'm kind of glad about that. I still haven't told Wensly that we aren't together. I don't even know how to formulate the words. I don't want to say that I'm with Michael because that's is just plain mean. I've been really brief in our conversations and a bit on the short tempered side. Mostly because I know that I'm not being honest and I'm hating myself all the way for it. The other reason is that it may make him a bit happier if he doesn't have to deal with my meanness, even if it's mostly brought on by the way I formulated my relationship with Michael. I want him to feel vindicated in a way. Part of me wants to say that I got drunk one weekend and screwed someone, not Michael, just someone else. But then we have this open door relationship so that kind of puts that idea out of the question.
Michael. He has been a good boy. No, seriously, ever wonder how someone becomes part of your life so quickly without you even realizing it? Aside from the mess I created with Wensly, I've never felt so happy with someone. Even when he annoys me, which everyone does, I just look at his face and there you go. I'm jello. Sometimes I try even harder to be mad at him because he really made me mad but then I cave. I get to the point where I just want to cuddle and be all affectionate.
Su is getting married and posted to my journal in the last entry that his beau's parent(s) do not like him. I read Michael the entry and he said something about meeting his parents. I was like, they are far away... He said they are due for a visit soon... Which makes me cringe, mostly because parents don't like me. The only parents that have been totally decent and loving to me were Wensly's. Not to mention, they like his soon to be exwife... So that puts mein a weirder position. I guess I didn't think that we'd ever go this far to be thinking about meeting his parents.
Ok. Enough of the post. I'm going to go love up on Michael and see if he wants to go to bed or cuddle...
At least that is where they startTEA PARTY
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So good news right. Wensly said the insurance company will send some money for the laptop. I'm kind of glad about that. I still haven't told Wensly that we aren't together. I don't even know how to formulate the words. I don't want to say that I'm with Michael because that's is just plain mean. I've been really brief in our conversations and a bit on the short tempered side. Mostly because I know that I'm not being honest and I'm hating myself all the way for it. The other reason is that it may make him a bit happier if he doesn't have to deal with my meanness, even if it's mostly brought on by the way I formulated my relationship with Michael. I want him to feel vindicated in a way. Part of me wants to say that I got drunk one weekend and screwed someone, not Michael, just someone else. But then we have this open door relationship so that kind of puts that idea out of the question.
Michael. He has been a good boy. No, seriously, ever wonder how someone becomes part of your life so quickly without you even realizing it? Aside from the mess I created with Wensly, I've never felt so happy with someone. Even when he annoys me, which everyone does, I just look at his face and there you go. I'm jello. Sometimes I try even harder to be mad at him because he really made me mad but then I cave. I get to the point where I just want to cuddle and be all affectionate.
Su is getting married and posted to my journal in the last entry that his beau's parent(s) do not like him. I read Michael the entry and he said something about meeting his parents. I was like, they are far away... He said they are due for a visit soon... Which makes me cringe, mostly because parents don't like me. The only parents that have been totally decent and loving to me were Wensly's. Not to mention, they like his soon to be exwife... So that puts mein a weirder position. I guess I didn't think that we'd ever go this far to be thinking about meeting his parents.
Ok. Enough of the post. I'm going to go love up on Michael and see if he wants to go to bed or cuddle...
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its sunny
theres college students vacationing there
youre gonna have to control yourself and stay away from those frat boys
i like writing for magazines
its newspaper writing i dont like as much
although i have bneen writing for some newspapers too cause i need the cashe
i have an interview friday with the New Orleans Museum of Art for a public relations job
that would be a sweet gig
im totally gonna beg for that shit
shameless
on my knees
crying type shit
You Know You're From Louisiana When...
The crawdad mounds in your front yard have over taken the grass.
You greet people with "Howzyamomma'an'dem?" and hear back "Dey fine!"
Every so often, you have waterfront property.
When giving directions you use words like "uptown," "downtown," "backatown," "riverside," "lakeside," "other side of the bayou" or "other side of the levee."
When you refer to a geographical location "way up North," you are referring to places like Shreveport, Little Rock or Memphis, "where it gets real cold."
You've ever had Community Coffee.
You can pronounce Tchoupitoulas but can't spell it.
You don't worry when you see ships riding higher in the river than the top of your house.
You judge a po-boy by the number of napkins used.
The waitress at your local sandwich shop tells you a fried oyster po-boy "dressed" is healthier than a Caesar salad.
You can eat Popeye's, Haydel's and Zapp's for lunch and wash it down with Barq's and several Abitas, without losing it all on your stoop.
The four seasons in your year are: crawfish, shrimp, crab, and King Cake.
You "wrench" your hands in the sink with an onion bar to get the crawfish smell off.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You believe that purple, green and gold look good together.
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria rat is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
You have spent a summer afternoon on the Lake Pontchartrain seawall catching blue crabs.
You describe a color as "K & B Purple."
You like your rice and politics dirty.
You pronounce the largest city in the state as "Nawlins."
You know those big roaches can fly, but you're able to sleep at night anyway.
You assume everyone has mosquito swarms in their backyard.
You realize the rainforest is less humid than Louisiana.
You learn that a seat belt makes a pretty good branding iron...
You discover that you can get a sunburn through your car window...
When out of town, you stop and ask someone where there is a drive-through Daiquiri place, and they look at you like you have three heads.
You have flood insurance.
Your burial plot is six feet over rather than six feet under.
You consider a Bloody Mary a light breakfast.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws.
You leave a parade with footprints on the top of your hands.
You have a parade ladder in your shed.
Your first sentence was "Throw me something mistah" and your first drink was from a go-cup.
You worry about a deceased family member returning in spring floods.
You reply to anything and everything about life here with "Only in Nahlins".
You have a monogrammed go-cup.
You get on a bus marked "Cemeteries" and dont think twice.
You shake out your shoes before putting them on.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
You get up in the morning and start cooking a pot of rice before you give any thought to what you'll fix for dinner.
You ask, "How dey running?" and "Are dey fat?" when you're inquiring about seafood quality. When a hurricane is imminent
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You call tomato sauce "red gravy."
You eat sno-balls instead of throwing them.
Your house payment is less than your air conditioning bill.
Your grandparents are called "Maw Maw" and "Paw Paw."
You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans.
No one eats healthy. Fried Batter is actually a menu item in some restaurants.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Louisiana.