I knew him

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.


This is a post of nothiness, really.  I'm bored and i'm still a bit drunken and I'm lonely because my loverly has gone, GOOOOOONNNNNE, at least for a week and a half, and I don't know what to do with myself.  Also Kahlua + Milk = McGee's Moste Favorite Otp. /nod  I got rum for dacquiris too, but didn't make it that far. Tommorrow, ye says. Tomorrow.  That didn't make sense. Whoopsies.

I changed my mission_insane  claim from Nathan/Peter to just Elle, because I'm still going to write Nathan/Peter for theyreitalian  and such, and I like Elle, and I'm totally jones'ing on Elle/Hrg right now, so why not? WHY NOT. They're hot together, yo.  It's been ages since i've read/written het, but sexy Jack Coleman is just so sexy how can you resist? He's all...sexy. 

Florida weather, meh. It's hot, its cold, its fucking cold, then its hot again. No wonder I'm sneezing my ass off and my eyes are so watery I can't see straight. Though admittedly that could be from the alcohol. Lol. Today is was pouring down raining *after* we went to town and we found out we were under a tornado watch. Gahr.

Today I went shopping. I bought the adult version of Coraline, by Neil Gaiman ♥ him, Office Space on Dvd, teh new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and A Guide To Recognzing Your Saints, which I haven't seen but it haz Shia so I don't care and some other stuff. 

I keep forgetting to prompt for theyreitalian. Doh.  I need a permanent sticky note on my forehead or something. 

My sister in law is home and that is never a good thing.  Nevahhhh.

A pretty girl smiled at me today, we were behind her at the checkout at Target.  I wish I was prettier/skinnier/better in so many ways/outgoing.  My new year's resolution is to get off my ass and eat something besides toast and ravioli from a can. New Year's Resolutions are lame, but so is everything I do, so what's the difference?

bigfiction would laugh and then kick me in the face for this Emotastic journal entry, but I'm tipsy,so  i have an excuse right?  Just smile and nod, k?

It's tkaken me six hours to write out this post then go back and fix the typos so's that someone can actually read it, not that anyone actually should, so i'm just going to put an end to it right now. 

I miss my marzipan.  *fetal position*

/blabber