Wow.  I went to a bar to see the Suicide Girls last night and I ended up having a great time.  I started out getting stranded by someone who was my ride and I had to give up some things to be able to go.  So, when I got there I met this really hot bartender who I'm going to Oz with Sunday night.  I ended up meeting up with a friend and such and such.  I had a great night and ended up putting on my own show with that friend and another girl and we had quite an audience.. haha.  I did make a fool of myself infront of the whole bar, but I had a nice night so I don't really give a shizz. 

But I had a good night.   and I <3 everyone.

*Stormy*

As I'm sitting here alone in Memphis, I am wondering why the hell people can say they don't love someone and they do... it's really fucked up.  I'm not talking about myself if people are wondering, I'm speaking of someone dear to me.  it's really fucked up how life treats you yes, but when life gives you lemons, you make a cherry pie. That's what I've always said.  Now, I must be prepared to go out on the town ina  few minutes, whenever he gets home, but it really fucks with my mind because someone I know loves someone they shouldn't and someone they shouldn't love loves them back.  Oh yeah, that's right.  Vague.  uh. Take it.  But yeah...

TRANSFORMERS!

For some reason, no matter how hard I try, I am always returning to his picture albums on myspace.  I can't stop looking, thinking, anything.. about him and I know why.  I want this love to go away.  Even when I don't look at him for months at a time, I am still inclined to speak to him, to see him, those same butterflies in my stomach as if I was a child.  I don't seem to understand why, but maybe, eventually, everything will return to normal and I will no longer be in awe of his beauty. I've made it to Memphis on a spur of the moment and I had no trouble finding my way. I'm up and my companion is asleep.  I enjoy his company and I like him... a lot.  I want to be with him in a relationship-type thing that I can never seem to get to work.  Maybe this time it will... maybe this time, I won't think a moment about this... other person that I can't seem to forget. Why did I fall so hard? Was it because, for the truth, I never had a chance with him anyway? Why? Am I this naive of an individual?  All the time I was in Petersburg, I could not stop speaking of him, of my feelings for him.  I sound a bit like a stalker though, suddenly.  Whatever. 

I am going to go.  My stomach mentions something of food... what is this food it speaks of?

*<3*

Stormy

HEY IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!11!!!