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I freaking look like Ryan Dyer in this picture...

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Hey all!

Who missed me? Don't lie!

I don't have a working computer at home so this is me, at Livia's work, lurking. We r sneaky.

Okay so I could go into extreme detail about what's been happening but I'll save it for a little later. You will survive. There will be pictures. UGH I missed you jerks. I will be back, I promise. I just need to get my ass in gear and go to Future Shop and buy a wireless router. Tomorrow, my pretties, tomorrow.

Farhaad! You ready? Get ready, bitch. You're stuck with us.

Have you ever woken up, gone to shower and do your makeup, only your makeup really wasn't there? You would think shit like this wouldn't happen in your own house. Apparently, it does. Now I'm out eyeshadows, mineral foundations, an eyebrow brush, my eyebrow pencil and whatever else I'm not sure I'm missing yet. I live with three boys and a girl who's afraid to use my milk without asking. Who could possibly have taken it? Oh right, maybe if roommate number two stopped bringing random girls over...And when asked about it, says, "No, she already has a bunch of MAC makeup." Um, yeah, 'cause it's mine. I'm moving tomorrow to some house I've never been in, I haven't finished packing, I need to go get my registration renewed today, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I want my fucking makeup. I had to do my eyebrows with brown liner and I look like a douche. When I go over to someone's house I don't rifle through the shit in the bathroom, decide, "hey, this could be nice" and then fucking take it. Do I have too much faith in people?

In white

Three of these, and my concealer brush

At least three of these, gold, purple and green

I am so pissed right now.

HEY YOU LITTLE FUCKERS

Guess what? I totally have a house to live in!! I move in 2 days. Goddamn I am so excited.

The Symphony of Horrors show was on Saturday. I would have had much more fun if I wasn't so dead tired that day. Here are some pictures anyways:

And me, when I got home.

And here is some old shit from when Livia and Marla and I went out to dinners. We made the waiters tip into the shape of a heart. IT WAS TOTALLY MY IDEA. And Livia left her phone number on the napkin but no name.

I've been super cranky lately and I think that I just haven't been getting enough sleep. The cats keep running into the walls in the middle of the night and it can get very irritating. I woke up this morning with a really really sore throat. I hope I'm not getting sick too. I'm praying that it's a side effect of my non-sleep. I don't know how Marla does it. I am just so wiped OUT.

But it's fuckin' spring finally! I wore a sundress to work today and my supervisor kind of took me aside and told me my tits were hanging out too much. Not exactly in those words, but close enough. I had to go around the office and ask people 'cause I felt bad. Not for them. They're just boobs. For me. No one else follows dress code... So when I left work I took off my sweater and my bra and went on a hunt for boxes with the new roommate. Then we went for ice cream and we talked about getting bored with sex. I can get soooo bored if nothing new is happening. More often than not, you start out with a guy and it's good times and everything is good and fun and sexy and whatever. Handcuffs, silk scarves, blindfolds. Fuck. And then he stops trying or something. I stop wanting to be the dom and start wanted to be the dominated and shit just goes downhill. Then it gets boring. I need someone who will dress up in a ski mask and come barging in on me and just, ugh, I dunno. I need some shock value with my sex. I need to be smacked around a little bit. I need someone who isn't afraid to pull my hair or shove me where they want me. It's stuff like that that really gets me off, and it gets me in the mood to return the favor. (I'm a big fan of scratching - I like to draw blood) Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy is shit so hard sometimes....?

End note: Honey is a babe. I bought one of her prints and I plan on framing it and POSSSSSIBLY masterbating to it.

Also I really like the way my skin smells right now. Kind of burny. Smells like summer.

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So today was kind of a ridiculous day. A lot of stress because I failed at everything. DON'T ASK.

I have nothing interesting to write. The inside of my mouth hurts 'cause I think I bit it. That's all, really.