cimorene

...so maybe i should sit here reading my friends list over and over again and contemplating im. and being forlorn and lost, of course, because my plans for a domlijah foursome have run into a stumbling block or three. such as, oh, the atlantic ocean. well. to be fair, this was wax's plan. but, you know: i mooch.

finished the hot couch sex. time for more angst. and then more sex. and then some more angst... huh. i had a plot. i really did mean to have one, anyway. oh! right. i think i have a headache.

dale was just talking about adopting adolescents, and now my mom teaches middle school art and wants to take a foster kid. which. i was totally against the idea at first. but ... there are no goths in alabama! i wasn't even a goth! she has GUTS! and she's cute, and so pitiful: her mom steals the childsupport checks and she's living with an aunt and uncle who can't afford to feed her. there's a possibility she may go to an orphanage. she clearly needs petted. a little SLASHER! aaaaa. and i don't live at home or i'd, like, drop by the school in the middle of the day to talk to her.