| So when I stay over and aunt flow is visiting me, I usually wear shorts.
Last night, thinking that it was getting lighter I didn't wear shorts.
I wake up in the middle of the night to him completely naked, which is adorable.
In the morning he rolls over on me and I know what he wants and I want it too, but I gotta pee and I gotta check. I take my pee and pray its lightened up, and it hasn't at all.
That's what I hate most about the bitch she'll be all 'oh hey I'm pretty much almost done, so you don't need that much protection. " Then later when things don't 'feel right' I take a trip to the potty and the bitch says 'HA HA bitch! You thought I was gone but you're wrong and I'm back with a vengence! Muahahaha!'
Fucking bitch.
So I get back into bed and he rolls back into me and starts exploring and I sigh and say 'I'm on my period....' He kind of laughs and rolls over and asks me to scratch his back, which I do.
I ask:
"Are you mad?"
"-giggles- No."
"Well, I'm mad"
"Hahahha. Why're you mad?"
"Cuz! I hate my period!"
"Hahaha."
Later:
"You usually wear shorts.."
"I know! I'm sorry! Are you mad?"
"No I'm not mad, I'm not like that. But you're mad?"
"Yes! I'm mad. "
I haaaaaattteeee my period. Sure I get lesser periods but they're a lil longer than I want them to be. I need to be fucked dammit!
D:<
Anyway, how's your morning?
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| Cuz I'm bored & alone. Give me some company?
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| I spent like $200 today on tickets to some shows.
D:
Next week Wednesday it's The Almost & The Used
:D
December 18th It's Atreyu with Hollywood Undead, but I don't care about the latter, I prefer the former. I haven't gotten tickets to this yet cuz the stupid box office is closed today, so we're going tomorrow.
Decenmber 11th is Not So Silent Night with Muse, AFI, 30 Seconds to Mars, Metric, & Vampire Weekend. The tickets just went on sale today at 10 and they sold out of all floor standing tickets. I was FUMING mad. I HATE STADIUM SEATING WITH ALL THE FIBER OF MY BEING! I like to be in the pit. I like to be punching and pushing and singing at the top of my lungs where I don't give a shit. instead I got side stage seats and paid $148 for 2 tickets. FML.
January 22ns, My Birthday, I'm gonna see City & Colour! :D I swooped in on these tickets early cuz last time they sold out cuz Dallas Green IS THAT AMAZING! I fucking love him and I'm so excited to see him again!
;D
So that's the list for these next few months. Until something more pops up and until Warped comes back!
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| Well I'm pretty sure it wasn't blogging. More like a diary. No it would be a diary just all private like. Like Ann Frank, who's diary became very public. Do you think she would have wanted that to happen?
Imagine the Apocalypse happened and there was no more internet. All the satellites in the world and whatever makes the internet work were destroyed. It would take 5 years for it to be rebuilt.
I know. I know. We'd all just DIE without our facebook updates, Myspace bulletins, and Xanga blogs. But say you tried to compensate for your lack of communication or openness because the internet is gone.
How would that be done?
I read somewhere that a little girl wrote her address down on a card & tied it to a balloon and let the balloon go. The balloon landed in another little girls backyard thousands of miles away and they had the SAME name. Like first & last, so the little girl wrote her a letter and from there they became pen pals.
That'd be something that would be fun. You could send your thoughts to a stranger on a balloon and never know who it would reach. Or if anyone saw it at all.
Or
All the letters you write can be sent into a gallery where they are put on display and people can leave notes in a little box under each letter. Like comments. ;]
Or
You could pick a random address out of the phone book and start writing to that person, whether you know them or not. Just confess everything that you need to say. If they read them, then they read them, if not, then oh well. That's what would be exciting about it. They could even start writing back.
Or
You could write as much as you wanted and drop your letters into the mailbox where it would get shipped to some random destination and piled into a box. There would be this kind of box in every city/town. People could take a letter from this box and read it. You could take as many as you wanted but it's more polite to stick to only one and if you liked the stuff you were reading you could write them back and become penpals. Or just keep pulling different kinds of letters from the pile and reading about peoples lives.
Say any one of these things were true and happened and they were all from people from Xanga. So you'd have your poets, your story tellers, your anorexic girls, your icon/photo hoarders, and all the people who write about politics & the things going on in the world or just someone's thoughts and/or life.
Who would you want to be penpals with?
Or would you just want to take a random letter everyday?
Would you write it by hand or use a typewriter?
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