We'll be back on Sunday, laters.
I'm not taking my laptop because it's sickly.

[03:19 PM] april_rooks072884: you dont realize this because you didnt know me then.. and you can ask him if you dont believe me..
[03:20 PM] *** april_rooks072884 has been ignored.

someone can't take a hint..
I havn't said shit to her any time she messages me..
yet she keeps on going..

is she that stupid?

R.W.N. is now on keenspace.

http://rwn.keenspace.com

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it's still there..

http://www.printroom.com/pictureSearch.asp?shopperid=GMUMNNWA0XF99GQR9CKEV2E10U0FDHTD&userid=loozerartist

What is it about my subconcious that makes me dream of fucking Uncle Jesse?

Yeah he was at a funeral thing, and it was like the entire cast of fullhouse, yet I crashed the part somehow, Uncle Jesse originally didn't show up because he was pissed at "Becky"
Anyways I found him, apparently I was an "Angel" C_C

So I cart him off to talk to him, he falls in love with me, I kiss him, which leads us to having sex, in a shower....cept the shower was reletivly public and in a mens restroom, while we were fucking a guy looks in, so I hiss, and when I hiss all the water infront of me evaporates instantly.

So the guy backs up, with that I raise my hands and strike him blind. (I'm an Angel?)
Yeah somewhere in all the fucking I apparently bit "Uncle Jesse"s fingertips off.. =/
And somewhere in there he turned into Jon. o.O;

So now it's Jon, whom in my dream is STILL uncle Jesse, just now he looks like Jon.
There was more but I can't remember...

The fucking alarm system to the apartment, the one we don't use.. is chirping and driving me insane.. cause like...
I don't know what the fuck to do with it...
and not like I can call matience, I'm not even supposed to really be living here *shrugs*

http://www.livejournal.com/users/fullmoonartist/

yes...she paints with her period blood.

the images are intereting, the medium is.. not.

also hate the fact that Jon's gonna be leaving at 1:30 am, to go on a fishing trip till 8 pm. T_T
I'm gonna miss him...
and yes he's taking my bandananana lol

Yeah,yesterday, just about everything under the sun ran across my mind. *shrugs*

Jon got home, anf.. after drooling over his sexyness as he walked from his car to the house, he comes in looking drained, sounding drained, so I switch into worry Rem mode, come to find out he's drained ebcause the morons that IS the army, make him run 2 a day now, to loose weight.
Despite the fact he has a legitimate medical conditiion that makes loosing weight near impossible, they refuse to aknowledge it. *shrugs*

We went to walmart, like we needed to do, blew a major wad of cash, but it was all stuff we badly needed, well... almost all of it was.
We did get me a messenger bag to cart all my shit around, ebcause all my "purses" were dinky and would barely hold anything.
We also got a watergun packet, to train the cats to stop fucking clawing shit. So far it works for keeping Soda away from my ceral.

We got an egg crate thing for the bed, and a comforter, because we were using a twin one, and nothing on the matress, since I bled all over that like a virgin being raped. *Srhugs*
We broke the metal frame of the futon having sex, then we broke the metal suitcase supporting the broken frame.. having sex.
So we did away with the entire frame all together... and now we have an uber comfy futon amtress with eggcrate on the floor, motherfucker sleeps like a fuckign dream.

We also bought some foodage, and a disposable camera so I can get some pictures at the HP:HBP release thing.
We got ice cream, lucky charms, lactaid, tomatoes (I've been craving mayo and tomato sandwhiches. *hears Jon shudder even tho he's not here*)
We got vitamins, sleepaid, earplugs, flea drops, toilet brush, toilet tabs, we gots uh....
FOOD, cookies, uhm.. skillet deals, texas toast, containers for our flour and sugar.. which we BADLY needed.
We gots uh...stuff for when Jon goes into the field, like bug spray, baby wipes, and whatnot..
We got me a razor, cause.. I was using Jon's and killing him C_C. wuss.

www.kodychamberlin.com <- friend of Mom and I, comic artist he did stuff with bloodrayne, and was a graphic designer in Laf, Louisiana, not sure if he's still there or not, but he's selling alot of his original works, some as low as like $30, so go check it out, buy something, he's an awesome awesoem guy. <3

Lastnight, Patrick called, around oh.. 10:30 pm. We talked for awhile, yuo could hear in his voice he was waiting for Jon to get jelous like he would, and start acting the ass loudly so whoever was on the phone knew I was someone's girl. C_C It never happened, but Patrick would ask stupid questions and feel badly about the answers he would get.
Like what we were up to, I told him we broke the bed, he was like "TMI" I was like "you asked foo."
Then later he was all quiet for a second and goes, "You happy?"
And I knew frmo the way he asked he was referring to Jon, if he was making me happy, if I was happy with him and whatnot.
I am, I'm madly happy, Jon is like nigth and day to Patrick. Jon is exactly what I wanted, and stuff.
"Yes, I am VERY happy." I replied, and he got quiet, I'm sure that effected him slightly, but I was being truthful, after a bit he recovered and went, "Good, I'm glad you're happy." I cut him off before he could even get "you deserve it." out, with some random drivel. I was all chatty, I blame the cookies.
I might unabandon my myspace, but I'm unsure. *shrugs* who knows.. I don't exactly like seeing a scruffy patrick everytime I go.. uhgh.. facial hair, why is it so nasty to me? oh yeah.. because all the people who molested me had it. *Smacks forheaD* meh..it just makes guys look... dirteh.. specially mustaches.. ew.

Eitherway we talked and talked, and I told him how it'd be sucking when Jon's in the field and whatnot and he said he'd call that way I won't be insane, cause Patrick of all people knows how I get when left alone, I'm glad someone will be able to divert my attention.

Once we hang up, I snuggled Jon and was talking to him and mentioned one thing I know Patrick was thinkign and/or waiting for.
"He's scared you're gonna not want me to talk to him." (or something like that)
"I don't care, as long as he doesn't try to take you away."
Not going to happen.
A fucking atom bomb would be the only thing to take me away from Jon, and then that's a major if.
Jon has no clue just how much I love him.

No. Clue.

*le sigh*

the cats have taken to clawing at the carpet..

how does one resolve this?

By getting gun-ho on their asses.

Jon: *walks out room, walks back in* No wonder these things feel baggy.. *reaches into crotch of pants and yanks out a shirt*
Me: O.O! *nearly chokes on food*

msot amusing thing ever.

( more pictures click here )
There enjoy the images of me having a randomized life, and driving of Jon's carrage.

Now for some bad poetry I wrote lastnight...complete with crossouts *snort*

I kissed an angels wings, silently as he slumbered.
I've seen an angel smile, sleeping, calm, beauty like no other.
The dark moon made her path, fleednig from the suns angry wrath.
(incomplete) I stopped there because it was sucking...

As he you lay, sleeping beside me
I kissed your wings, and tuoched your cheek
Your lips are soft, blushing petals
I yurn to kiss
The rhythm of yuor heart, a slow beat to calm me.
(incomplete) I stopped because it made my heartburn worse XP

Your You're a beauty.
Your wings I have kissed.
Touch me, sin of fire.
Possession, a demonic mist.
Take me into the calm prayer of your pulse.
consume my being into the depths of your heart.
... this one is the only one I really LIKE from the three, depsite the fact it's an ASSshitfuck sucking thing. *Shrugs*

I had nightmares lastnight..
Apparently I saw na angel, and managed to take a picture, which apparently was bad, so he was trying to kill me, with brainwashing and needles and drowning, only at one time he appeared as a kitten so I almost drowned him. Talk about nightmare to realisticly feel a kitten struggling under water, that you're holding them under with. *sighs rubs temples* dream or not I hate that shit...

Today we had misadventures with wal-mart, but meh it happens *shrugs*
Tomorrow maybe we'll fix that mis-adventure.
I'm seriously considering gettnig a bag, because all my "purses" here suck and won't hold fucking shit.
But I dunno....Jon'll have to give me the yae or nae on it. *shrugs*

Yesterday was fun...
We went to a cookout, which rocked, the guy was funny, depsite being a Galaxies nerd. *shudder*

The kabob's were good, despite being a bit undercooked, but no salmonella here.
Many funny jokes, and we spread the wonderment of bash.org to two more folks.

I finally met White, Jon's friend, the one he talks about alot, really freaking cool guy.
he stayed the night, and treated us to Samurai's...mmmmmm

And just as Jon had said, it rocked. *nod*
The guy made jokes, and played it up for the kids at our table, it was nice.
I enjoyed the onion volcanoe alot, specially when he added the pepper...
which I deemed hundreads of virgin souls, being sacraficed to an angry god. >_>;;

Uh.......... *blink*
RWN!!! *spaz dies*

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r_andomw_ordsn_ow

I worry about to much shit..

shit that proally won't happen, shit that hasn't happened, shit that I shouldn't even give a shit about.
Wow, overuse of the word shit there.

I worry about August, I worry about Jon, and I worry about me.
Lemme go a bit deeper here..

None of those places I applied to even CALLED... Not a single one, even that one where they were all "You'll get hired."....This depresses me DEEPLY!!!....and causes me to stress, my Job Karma here sucks, just like at home, this weekend I'm going application hunting once more, and hitting places I know will deinifitly hire me, DESPITE the fact that all those said places will kill me within a week, due to stress and anxiety.

I worry about Jon, constantly, I don't like for him to be down, upset, sick, hurt, anything..
My cat's are so tearing into his ass, due to having to give them meds, everytime he gets hurt, I like... go insane with guilt.
The futon broke, the metal fucking futon broke, a leg broke clean off... I feel insanely guilty for it, sure we both broke it, but I broke the leg off when he was tickling me, therefore all my fault, and I feel really bad about it.

I know I can't do anything to releive the stress and anxiety of his Job and the general Army, but I wish there was something I could do, something I could do for my Jon when he got home, ya know? relieve his tension, takes his mind off his woes, even for a little while. But apparently I suck at that.
Most I can offer him now, is kisses, hugs, sex when he wants it, and RWN-age.

YES, RWN is making a comeback, Jon's on for the html and general webness, and we'll be on keenspace. This time it will happen because.. yeah obviously it's able to. *shrugs*

The thing with August I'm not going into, other then I'll feel bad if I don't have a means to make/get Jon a B-day gift, I wanna make it special for him, the whole night, something amazing just for him, for his birthday. (that's the 13th) The part that I'm worried about, that I'm not going into, only two people know, and only one knows the real reason cause I out right told him. *Shrugs*

As Iv'e said to him, and .. it's a big problem with me.
I trust Jon, I trust Jon with me entire being, my soul, I love him beyond reason...
my issue is, I don't trust everyone else?

Ya know? nah no one udnerstands that I barely do. Me and Hobbit used to fight, so I'm trying not to be.

But we all know how insae I am, and how I like to worry about stupid shit.

*blinks*

mmmmlovejon.

Like I've told Nick and Chris (dark mage)
If I had a job, and the money I'd buy him a diamond ring and perpose to him, this is how much I love Jon.

...now watch that last statement scare the fuck outta him. *smacks forhead rethinks it.*...yeah..

*scribbles it out*

I love Jon...so much.

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I'm stressed and guilt tripped, why?
Because I stressed myself out over nothing, and applied guilt for no reason.
I so am like my own jewish mother.