Pumpkin Panda Princess

Well chatting with Heath and catching up on times as been great. I asked how this kid that he's still good friends with was and he said that he's not too fond of me. So I asked Heath what the kids beef was and he said it's because I hurt Heath. I'm not upset because it's no my choice but I am agitated his pomposity. This person is older but a few year's.

a) I didn't hurt him I hurt his friend
b) If he is going to follow the feelings if his friend then he can forgive me as well however I am not seeking redemption from someone I have done nothing to
c) If I still held grudges against people that I went to school with or knew 5 year's ago, I'd look the age of 50.
d) Another thing is that we were all young once. There are a lot of things that we wouldn't do now that we are older, why hold something against someone when they did it as a kid. I can understand there isn't much of a difference between 30 and 40 maybe but there is a huge difference betwenn 18 and 23. If this person thinks he has just as perfect now as he obviously things he was when he was that age then he has a complex beyong self help books.

I'm not mad at him because he probably doesn't know any better. There is only one person that i feel is so inherently bad that I never want anything to do with them. Funny thing, he ran into a friend of mine online a few months ago and he was all nice to her until he found out she was my friend and then when she wouldn't give him any information he became hostile. I really don't think he speaks for the majority. If he does then I hope the cosmo's suck us up into a spec of dust. I really don't think we are born to be angry for the rest of our lives.

Heath was the person I was concerned with and he found it in himself to forgive me. I'm happy for that and hope at some point we can hang out because hes a really cool guy. I just can't believe the audacity of this guy.

by the way, please call me and email me a lot. I'm lonely when arthur is gone.

Arthur and I have new tattoos. I'm now on tattoo number 6. Arthur is on his 3rd. He's trying to catch up but I don't see that happening. His are big so there's about the same mount of real estate.

I started talking to an old dear friend. His name is Heath. I missed him quite a bit. He was alway's a lot of fun. But as I've told to some of my close friends that I use to be a horrible person, beyond horrible. I was aweful to people when they were so good to me. There has been a huge weight lifted from me because Heath was one of those people that didn't deserve anything that I threw at him, I mean that metaphorically and literally. He say's he forgives me but I think I will alway's feel a need to redeem myself.

I had already started looking for an old friend. Weird shit. To top it all off Arthur and I are on the rocks. I can barely sleep anymore. This time of ear is alway's bad for me. I think i'm just going to go to sleep and finish this later.


I'm watching this horrible infomercial on Miracle Spring Water and there's a bunch of black people on it making fools of themselves. The "minister" is white. Isn't this call type casting?

Andy Rooney said on "60 Minutes" a few weeks back:


I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.

Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?

I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.

I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, w! eird, or tick me off.

When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.

I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!

My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.

I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry a-- if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.

I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.

We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations.

I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.

I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.

I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.

It doesn't take a whole! village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"

I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!

I am sick of "Political Correctness." I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else
I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!

I had to stay the night at meadmaidens house lastnight. I felt bad for leaving Arthur at home but he had good times nonetheless. She thought she could trick me by being a lefty and making me use my left hand on the mouse. HA! I'm ambidestrious(is that correct malkavian?).

My scrapbook of murder is working out well. I'm doing more research online and at the library. I have too many books but it's alway's night to coraborate my information before I make my Masterpeice of Mayhem. I will spell check everything I put in there.

My depression is still on the fritz. I'll be manic within a couple of months and higher than life. Either phase is trippy for me anywho. I'm glad i'm finally off some of the meds. I gained almost 60 lbs. I"m glad I have a stepper. Makes things so much easier. I'm still depressed about the normal stuff.

I've been in cahoots with a mortgage broker. Arthur seriously wants to get a house and I'm all for it. I don't know that I want both names on the mortgage. When I was on loans at the bank it was terrible the things couples would do to each other with the mortgage. I don't want to put Arthur or myself in the position. I know if we were to break up neither one of us are spiteful like that but I just hate the idea of it period. We'll figure it out. See, he wants property in the country, I'd rather have a condo downtown. I hate the country, it's creepy. There goes the bipolar disorder bleeding into every crevice of my life, lol.

I woke arthur up at 2:30am thursday morning for sex. Waking a guy up with a blow job is the best way to wake up. He gladly woke up for me. Most of you have seen what happens so I dont' have to describe it. Which reminds me. I've been hanging out with Jay Walker the Nightstalker and Aletha lately. If anyone want sto be in contact with them let me know and I'll pass on the message. They said a few people disappeared so I don't mind being the go-to. And the last thing on this subject, there's a new fetish night at a club in Everette MA and Arthur's odl friend toni(y?) is the DJ. He already wrote down Portishead as his official first request from yours truely. If anyone wants to try it out let me know i'll get the info to you. Last thing, Arthur and I found an awesome sight for bondage rope. www.rainbowropes.com they are really good, they were at the FFF for those that were there, it's cheap and they have all sorts of colour's like teal and pink.

This concludes this chapter. There's lots more updating comming up once I get my summer wardrobe made. Just remember everyone, having sex with a condom is like killing with a glove. Damn planned parenthood for running out of my birth control.

Sunday night I almost oded when Arthur walked in on me. 56 pill of licobiazapine sitting infront of me. I wanted to do it so badly. I told Arthur he would regret making me stop, he then responded with you'll thank me later. I still haven't. I simply want to die. What is so wrong with that? I hate my life, myself, what I have not become. I stay for Arthur. Eventually he'll find someone better. He'll find someone that understands gaming better, someone that adhere's more to his lifestyle. That's not me. I understand wanting to live a life of fantasy but I don't understand the enjoyment people get out of it. I don't understand the "clan," for lack of a better term. I come from a different background. I use to hang out with all the goth kids. We were into the arts, travel, monty python and so graham norton. We drank good coffee and hiked.

When I think about it, I'm alway's an outsider. No matter what, I just want to die. There isn't much that makes me happy. Not that I'm selfish but I want to go to school and that won't happen. I want to be someone and that won't happen. I don't want to live in the shadow of someone else's successes. I don't compete with other people's unfounded arrogance because it doesn't matter. They are going to talk over you, tell you that you are wrong no matter what and when it's proven they are wrong they try the "well it's still sort of..." just get it, you are wrong no sorta's kinda's or maybe's about it. It's just arrogance and I hate it. I'm not competetive. I'm not going to memorize something thinking that is going to make me sound smarter. I will only talk about something if I can back it up with hard evidence, I shouldn't even have to back up everything I say with hard evidence because I would rather not talk to someone that is so insecure in what they are saying that they are so afraid that I am right because they talk out of their ass so much, I want normal conversation.

It's kinda like the overly jealous boyfriend that is overly jealous because he doesn't want his girlfriend to do the same thing he is doing so he automatically assumes she is and makes her life hell because of it. Having a conversation is one thing but don't turn every conversation into a debate. Only talk about what you know about, if you don't know then ask. It doesn't make you look stupid it earns respect because you aren't so damn arrogant and proud that you think you are so god damn haughty taughty and know everything. Trust me, you don't, stop acting like it.

I hate my life. I can go on and on about why I hate it. But the simple fact, Arthur now hides my meds from me. I've been suicidal for so long it was a matter of time before I broke. It'll take a while but I will be like this for quite some time. I want to go to actual therapy but I have no money because I dont' have a job and I don't have a job because I haven't finished school and I have finished school because I don't have any money and I don't have any money because I don't have a job.... you get the point. I dont' like him having to go through this. I have to sit here and act as if. I don't want to hurt him. I also don't want to be here for when he doesn't find someone better than me. I don't want to know about it, i don't want to hear or see it. I wish I had good enough credit to take out a huge as loan to hire a hit man to kill me.

I bought a new book called "death by cannibal" and it's really good. a book I really want is the DSM-IV, ie: Diagnostic Statitstic Manual.

Arthur and I are moving back to Providence. This place is a slum. We found a great place for a good price. There's no off street parking but I'm not too worried about it. We live in a shithole. Arthur and I hate leaving D. We love living with D but we just can't live here. We've looked everywhere and we decided on living in the city. We aren't sure what is going to happen in six months. The landlord and other roommate are painting the room we want green as we speak. It's kelly green. We will have our own room and our own play area. It'll be interesting living with a complete stranger. He's seems like an okay guy. I can't wait to be on a busline again. Arthur is pretty psyched about living in a city because he never has before. I miss the city like all get out.

I cannot believe how dumb people can be. Why put your first and last name on a yahoo profile. lets hope no one get's a wild hair across their ass and looks up by name. or while you chat with some random person, who knows, they could work for dispatch at the police department or the dmv go to work the next day, look up your name, figure out which one is you and come after you for whatever reason.

a) kill you
b) rape you or your girlfriend/boyfriend
c) steal your shit
d) stalk you
e) somehow end up preggo with your baby and you have to put everyone you know through torcher for 9 months until you can prove it's not yours
f) somehow get more information on you, create a fake id, say they need a new birth certificate and get one on your name and be able to wreak all sorts of havock.

come on, how dumb can you folks be?

i really do hate my existance. i want to do what that guy did in germany. I want to find a cannibal that will kill me. I'm not too sure that arthur would miss me anyway. i have to be pencilled into the schedule. i know how working full time and going to school full time is. I've done it. but i got my homework done and had quite a social life doing it. no matter what i'm out of his way. i don't see why he wanted a relationship so bad back in the day when he doesn't seem to have the time for it. even back then he didn't have the time. everything that is done he throw's and obvious fit about it. throws his hands down, rolls his eye's and sighs. i hate this feeling that i'm out of the way.

i hate my life to holy hell and i want to die. there, i said it. i have no good reason to live on with anything. i want to sell everything i own and just move on to the other side. whatever the otherside may bring. i don't really care anymore. i seem to make everyone around me miserable. but the problem is that i can't get specific examples of anything that i do directly. i just hear how much i suck and how much living without me sounds so wonderful. gee, what a wonderful world. and the best thing, i don't hear from everyone themself. i hear from someone "everyone else say's or feels this..." i'm not really sure how to take that. either they are saying it so as to not feel so bad about it or they are saying it because it's true. either way it hurts an aweful lot. i know a lot has been going on and i've seemed bossy but i'm starting to think i really am gay. i can't seem to coexist with men. i have to take care of them, live by their rules and just accept them in all their way's. when i bring something up i'm being bossy. i don't think i want to help anyone anymore with anything. i'm going to act like a stupid little woman jus the way that i should. i don'treally think anyone will notice. i'll be more complacent which seems to be the choice way for me to live, act, and breathe. if this is untrue then please let me know.

i just want to keep rambling because i know when i get to bed i'm going to just cry and cry and i'm really avoiding that. if you do not read past this point that'll be fine, most of it will be rambling and mean nothing, which apparently is true about anything i say but that's beside the point.

how about this wrestler that died. everyoine and their granddaddy have been crying over this. kinda like freddy murcury. everyone cried over that one. i hate to say it but it's very hard to cry over someones death that i don't know personally. you never know if these star's are real jerks behind doors. i mean, i know when i die it'll be weeks before anyone finds out because everyone will just be so happy that i'm gone. i've alway's thought it would be the postman noticing myt mail keeps backing up furthur and furthur or when i don't drop off my rent. so i guess it'll actually take a few months. that's about how long it takes to get an eviction notice. it's kinda crazy but i hope the roads get really icey outside this winter because i want to play in traffic. i'm starting to not trust myself with meds and i don't know what to do. i can't afford to get locked up because arthur will leave me but by the way things are going i think he's going to do that anyway. i'm not really sure when but he's definitely not happy with me at all so it's just a matter of time. he doensnt' like anytyhing i do and is never happy no matter how i act so i don't really know what to do. i ask him to do stuff because it'll affect me. but that's not good. i have to let it affect me no matter what ia just sit there whenever he does anything that makes me upset. my life really sucks. laid-off, miserable, depressed and having aweful side affects of the drugs, and my boyfriend hates me. why is he still with me? i'll never know. i really hope it's not for pitty. he'll probably get mad at me for feeling this way, whcih, i'm not sure why because apparently i do nothing byt make him feel like total shit. he said "jamie you have no idea how happy i've been since i'ce been with you" and i'm sitting here like, why don't you show it. i'm tno really sure how to act, react, affect, and effect anymore. i feel like i'm suppose to just sit here shut up and act pretty. actin gbecause i know damn sure im ugly as sin. who likes a fat-ass anyway. it's just the way of the world. i don't even know how to say goodbye to my parents. i don't have the money to have a will written and i'm the only living spawn from them. i know, a complete disappointment but hey, roll of the dice right. well anyway, so how do i say goodbye to them. i would rather them move on and enjoy the rest of their life and maybe adopt a kid that will make them so proud, be charismatic and one that everyone will love. i'm not that kid. i'm not really anyone to anyone and i really don't like that. whenever i get a chance to do anything, i get so close and then it's taken away. i want to go back to school but i don't know what i'm going to do. arthur is moving this summer. i would like to but i don't want to make him even more miserable in a place he can't even run from me. i don't really care where i am. i don't really care who i'm around. they will all outlive me anyway spo what's the point anymore. it's like "oh you're great don't think such horrible things..." but ya know, i don't hear that. all i hear is worse feelings about me and how everyone feels that way. i know i'm a peice of shit good for nothing practice girl, don't remind me. i really don't need reminding. i wish i could show my thanks by buying everyone i know everything in the world they want but that's just not going to happen. i'm broke, i want to have a yard sale in the spring and sell off anything if mine that is useful and i'll save that. i want to add my mother onto my account so when said even takes place my mother has funds to take care of everything. this will all happen after arthur. i don't want to be his burden. i'm waiting for the moment i have to pack everything up again and move my shit again. i'm really sick of moving but i'm just waiting for it. i hate making him so miserable. i don't know if he's still with me because it's a challenge and he doesn't want to feel like a chicken by breaking up and running away from his problems because know matter what, relationships are problems that shouldnt' have to be worked with.

i saw my doctor wednesday, he asked about my depression and suicidal thoughts. it's the first time ever that i've been as open about my thoughts as i was. i guess i never realized how suicidal i really am. every minute of the day. i dream about it in my sleep, i breathe it, i look it up online. i don't know that i want to live. i don't know that there's a reason. arthur is so independent and doesn't need anyone around. he'd rather me skirt around him to make his life easier it feels like. i don't want to do that. i want him to be happy and with me he's not.

i'm so freakin sick of moving. the next move, which will be in 6 months, will be the last for a couple of year's, atleast. we are moving to nc in May. I'm going to finish school down there. I can't wait. I miss the warm weather, i miss everything. We've been doing well. So far it's been nice having roommates that are friends of mine. it's homey here. the house is going to cave in on itself but that's okay. it's only 6 months. arthur wants to move as well. i can't wait. he came home from the military and realized what this area is like. he wanted to move back to nc and he meets a girl from nc. gee, i wonder were the cosmo's are pointing. well there's not much to update. we had a ton of help from our friend vincent over the past week, just wish we could afford to repay him somehow. at some point we well. its' way past my bedtime so i shall update some other time. away with you.

Arthur and I have been on a conquest for new knowledge. What we have found:

1)Books in the history section are so much more valid
2)We don't feel a need to find a way to relate to each other we just want to get to know people, not listen to them try to prove they know something we know, we just don't care
3)Star War's is his hobby, let him have it
4)Depression is mine
5)He's started to realize people's manipulative way's and laughing when they think they are sly, and I sick back and let them be the ass
6)Stop correcting people, it's more entertaining watching them be an ass
7)We don't care what you know, how you know it, or why you know it because we know it too and if we don't, we'll be more than happy to ask
8)If you want to act like we don't know anything fine, remember, who's the one laughing afterwards.

We stayed up really late one night talking about this and relating things to people we know. We are different, not better, but different. Also, whoever reads into this that it's condesending, who's the ass that in the aforementioned lessons? So from now on, don't assume we don't know what you are talking about. You aren't really all that special, many people know's these niftoid little facts but we just don't see a reason in measuring our self worth by them. We don't expect you to do that either, just talk, have a conversation. Think about it like this, you know someone likes roses, daffodils, stationary, and elephants. If you walked into a store, there wasn't nothing even closely related to these 4 things, could you pick out one iten they would absolutely adore. We started thinking, because we've almost been a year together, what would happen if that was us? Could we do it for each other? How much of the other's interests and disgusts were really know? How much had we gained in the past year? We both realized, we gained quite a bit. As we listen to others, watch, look and converse we find this isn't a common trait.

I started thinking, can anyone do that for me? I know I could do that with certain people thus I keep their presence in my life. Can you do that for me? If you want, I can reply to see if you'd like what I would pick.

help

i went to my meeting this morning, all was fine and well. i came to the office to open everything up. i opened the office door first because i had a ton of crap in my hands then went to the back door to turn the alarm off. well, unbeknownst to myself i triggered the alarm because i opned the office door first. so i try calling hte alarm company to let them know it was an accident. well i needed a pass code. pass code, i know nothing of a pass code. well they give me the correct 800 number because the one i was calling didn't even work, they called me. i called the old manager of this office about said pass code. call the alarm company back, they said they'd cancel the police call. uh uh, they did not to such an act. so i'm sitting here running around getting everything ready for the currier. the police walk in. i walk up, start talking to him. the phone rings, he asks me to answer it. it's the operation center calling me, they have police on the line and they wanted to make sure the officer was here. he was, i explain myself the officer. he leaves. then one of my regular's come in "JAMIE ARE YOU SAFE!" she's a darling and was concerned. she said the cop flew up on her ass pulliing in. then she watched him peek into the window's and everything. she came in when he left. so then i get everything ready to go. well my manager, granted he's sick and iv'e had to man the fort, neglected to let me know the low down on the recent goings on. so for the past three day's i've had people calling me like it's my fault he's sick and he's a horrible person for getting sick. this guy works a lot. never takes a day off until he's forced into it by us. yes, his insesant overdramatic attitude towards life is annoying as hell but dayumn, mofo is sick, give him a break i found other people to take care of their crap and they are still calling up po'd. i dont' care that you want your new car so fast, it doesn't bother me. and by the way, if a person in the service or retail industry say's "it's a possibility" that doesn't mean it's a sure thing.

dear kaila,

i have been a jack-ass all day. i wrote your phone number down at the house the morning intending on calling you today around 3ish. well iw as calling a good amount of time's. it was either busy or i got a modem. i couldn't figure out why. well i remembered a way to get your number online. i've been calling the wrong number all day. i do apologize. i've been working late all week because my boss has been out sick and the other lady, thank whoever rules the cosmo's, has been out on vacation. she's such a fucking reject from the bowl's of the ovarian trash heap. so, i'll continue to make attempts to call you and chat it up. ttfn.

I've started paying more and more attention to things around me. Something I have noticed. I've met a few people that have to analize everything that happens. They must read into every movement and prove that they are better. Well, i'm really sick of it. It makes no sense to analize everything. The more time one spends on analizing the more they get themselves into trouble with themselves or someone else. So enjoy the moment, don't let anymore pass you by.

I stayed with Arthur on base this weekend. The first day I spent the whole day lounging around in the dorm room watching cable and crocheting. Nothing bothering me. We went out to eat and for some reason I can't remember where. but we just lounged around a little on saturday. Sunday I took the car and went to South Deerfield where the Big Yanker Candle Company store is. I had a blast and found out they are discontinuing my favorite scent. Of course I grabbed some. As I was walking through I saw these little statues that i thought Arthur would love. I bought the statues, a card, and a candle to go with. He loved them. I'm so glad. I probably shouldnt' have spent the money I spent but he's worth every penny.

when i got home after the gym and stuff. arthur had me sit on the couch. he surprised me with a pistachio muffin with a candle in it and some pistachio icecream. arthur got me some cool stuff. he got me a gift certificate so i can get a massage and some extra so i get something else. i'm thinking i'm going to get a pedicure. i've never had one. he also got me a crochet hook that's carved out of white birch wood. it's beautiful. i love it. he also gave me a food processor. it's awesome so far. i was looking for something to chop up. but didn't have anything nor did we have the time. there are a ton of recipes i've wanted to make that require a food processor or blender. i'm so happy. we went out to lucky's lastnight, 21+ night club at mohegan sun. it was kereoke night. there were some really good singer's there. there was a convention for the oral b people. they all smoke too. too funny. after like 3 or 4 absolute drinks(they were only $4 each) i ended up with a tequila shot. never did one before. my pallet had already been numbed up but i did the lick drink suck thing and it worked. i got home and my parents called and sang happy birthday to my voicemail together. that was awesome. well this birthday was pretty cool.

it's my freakin birthday. yay! it's my party and i'll cry if i want to! but i don't want to so i won't. i have no idea what arthur has planned. i have to get my new license today. thank the star's i have AAA. i'm just going to go over there today after work at get a new one. i'm almost a quarter of a century. makes one sound so much more distinguished. kaila called me lastnight at 12:01am and sang happy birthday to me. that was so nice to hear. i have to get ahold o fmy sister. it's her birthday too.

Your Soul Number is ELEVEN.

Ordinary life, living just for oneself and one's own personal happiness, will never be enough for you. Deep inside you identify with all of humankind and you are strongly concerned with collective issues. What we experience in common - the major victories and tragedies of our times, and especially the expansion of consciousness and understanding - is very important to you. You have strong spiritual inclinations and your intuitive and ESP abilities are very developed.

You are an idealist and a reformer at heart, and can be intolerant and even scornful of those who do not share your views on life. Human weaknesses and needs are something you don't always have much sensitivity about.

I will be 23 in less than two weeks, i can't wait. i have no idea what i'm getting for my bday. i love my bday. yay! yay! yay! I bought a new book lastnight. "the history of torture" it'll be a good companion to the book arthur bought me "the instruments of torture" so i'm excited. i read instruments of torture when i'm working out. makes sense that way. my mother is dropping the part for my car off tonight whenever she get's out of work. she's driving all the way from andover mass. arthur and i plan on just sitting around the house. he said he wants to go to bed early as hell tonight. he's sick of staying up so late. we are ordering chinese for when my mom get's here then probably going to the bar for a beer and crashing. well talk at ya'll laterz.

weird, never heard of a group of people that require reminder calls for weekly occuring events. i've heard "oh, you guy's are moving, that's gonna suck" from a few people, weird. i really don't get it.

arthur shared with me that he's thinking about moving before he get's his a+p licesne. the bullshit meter hit the ceiling. i was letting him vent, which he never does, and i learned a lot. i had a fucking blast with my friends the other night, arthur wished he came out with me. all we did was laugh our asses off all night, had a great dinner. paid $6/ticket and say a movie that, oddly enough, was really funny. we saw bewitched. i've heard it got bad review's but what dolt goes by the reviews. bewitched was actually very funny. i got to hang out with my freind ricky on his birthday, he said he had the best birthday he's had since he can remember. made my feel good. we went swimming in the pool, dinner was great, we laughed so hard i thought iw as going to drown. and the best part of hanging with the people i hung out with, they were just good ole, normy's. well ray and i would like to think so.

friday night arthur and i are going on a cruise, going to waterfire saturday and going to an arts festival sunday. can't wait, he's excited too. we scoped out the palce that they are having the arts festival, looks like a ton of fun. i found a yarn shop as well, looks like some good yarns but couldn't see many crochet worthy yarns from the window but i can't judge, because i'm not totally sure what is on the toher side of the shelf.

arthur and i, to my surprise, agreed on something. we are really sick of saying we are going to hang out with someone and all we end up doing is hanging around someone's house doing nothing accept eating pizza and sharing a giggle. sometime's maybe go to a movie. wtf? there are so many damn things to do. arthur and i took a trip to galalee(spell check) and we had a great time. we stopped for some coffee, and found some booklets in the coffee shop and found a ton of stuff going on in the area. we are both tired of sitting and doing nothing, then being around other people that sit and do nothing. i'm trying to find a place that does whale watches, anyone know of any?