Boys who rape should all be destroyed.

Those fuckers stay in your head.

Today, I would love to go in-depth about how my life has been for the past 10 months. About how many people I have let in and out of my life, how many nights i've been kidding myself with unenjoyable sex (which is really just a shame), how many bottles of rum I have gone through. How much have I changed? I haven't changed a whole lot, but I'm figuring out how to just be myself, who I always have been, minus the labels and acting for everyone else. I wouldn't want to bore anyone though, the past is gone and the future's fast approaching so now is the most important thing I've got to focus on. Maybe I'll just go back to March and explain what the hell happened to my butterflies. But first, a miniature recap.

- I'm single.
- I am quite happy with my living situation.
- I have little to no time to do what I want.
- I know what I want, how things should be for me.
- I have butterflies.
- I hate using "I" so much in one paragraph.

My butterflies are alllllllllll backwards (kind of like my uterus). They fucking migrated over the summer. Thanks for leaving me high and dry when we could have had a lot of fun. Instead I was in a shitty relationship, travelling across the country and never having felt more alone. Displaced. Out of place. Out of time. Lost. Un-excitable. Dull.

Well it is a damned lot more difficult to write in yar blog when you think someone may read it. ;]

I should probably just talk about my cats, keep myself out of trouble for a change. The cats, formerly known as Vegas & Phoenix, are now known as Biggie & MA$E. Sometimes Miss Aa and I take our cats for drives. We are fucked. Yeah that's enough cat talk. They also all have sesame street t-shirts that they wear when we have people over. FUCKED.

Right about now, I really want to learn some techtonique. That would certainly reduce my stress levels and amp up the laughter. Maybe i'll video tape it. Nah maybe not, someone'll find it and black mail me with it. Kind of like the ass bearing photos I snapped of my roommates Saturday night when they came home. Lordy Jumpin I love pretty girls in plaid shirts and their underwear sprawled up and down my staircase hahahahaha Just to be followed by them making kraft dinner and me almost getting projectiled on the next morning. I will keep those pictures in a safe place forever, til their weddings. And by safe place I mean martha the monster mac so maybe that's not totally safe, but it'll do. WHY AREN'T ALL PROGRAMS COMPATIBLE WITH MACS?????????????!?!?! . Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh frustration levels are peaking on the charts today.

I'll sleep with one eye open.