Life's a bitch and then you die, so grab a bong and let's get high!

This just pisses me the fuck off.


ah, that's better.

God I hate people.  Fukers don't fucking listen to me.

I need to get laid.

That is all.

Sigh.  Sigh. Sigh.

I've always resisted joining one of these things because it feels uber dorky to post my diary online.  I even have managed to avoid making a myspace somehow, but I have decided to give in to livejournl.  Viva la dork!

But really, I have been needing an outlet to talk about my life in a more stealthy way.  Here goes.

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My grandma's potential health crisis has been getting me down lately.  What if she really DOES have breast cancer? Will she be okay?  Will she be able to live life in a relatively normal way- enjoying the same activities and quality of life she does now?  I know i'm being a bit premature here, but she is going in to get a second opinion in a few days.   My mom says not to worry because she's always been a tough broad, but I can't help it.  I love her so much- she was there when my dad wasn't.  Anyone who says two women can't raise a child without a man has no idea what they're talking about. 

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On a happier note, a certain tall dark and handsome guy at starbucks talked to me today!  I have been eyeballing him from the safety of the chair closest to the counter for weeks.  I have a weakness for boys in tight jeans with piercings and tattoos.  Who doesn't?

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Oh, and I totally want to get a Marilyn.