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| My sweetest is in the hospital again, and I feel absolutely terrible about it. I hope I didn't drive him to this, but the fact is I don't know. Would you tell me?
He needed to be in a safe place, and I'm glad he was able to get there, but I still miss him terribly. He told me I'd still be a part of his life after all of this, and that really pleases me, because I never thought it possible for us to just forget each other entirely. Yes, he will move on if he feels that's right, but I still want his friendship. He understands me better than anyone in the entire world.
Now I'm going to look up things on fables and check my bank accounts. Get better, loveydew. I love you.
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| He did it again. This life is over for me. I feel incredibly lost. I will not recover from this because it's what's called a fatal blow. Fuck.
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| Total total total TOTALLY total victory this morning: I'm sitting at the computer and Julie just walked in, and didn't say anything, hahah, what can she say? She never lets me on when she's on! So total victory there. Lol, I wanna get along, I really do, but being a hog can hurt those around you!
I love you, Zach! I don't wanna be sick, nosirbuddy. I wanna be healthy and beautiful and stuff for ya. And I wanna sex you up, boi. Hehe, I'm so silly. I need a shower.
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| I WANT MY PACKAGE! AAAAH!
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| My love, it's one of those lounge-about-if-you-dare days, I do believe, and I slept in for an age. For that I feel guilty. However, clearly written in my mental plans is a list of things I can do with my "junk" to clean up the room. I have made a big mess of that which I own. You've kept me busy with, ahem, other ventures, wouldn't you say?
I hope my interview's soon, though I know I'll be nervous. It's one of those things I can be told "now, dear, don't be nervous, it's nothing big, it's really just talking," but I'll still be a bundle of nerves until the whole damn thing's over. I am of a quite nervous disposition, you could say. That's why I take all the pills, yaknow. Blech.
Speaking of pills, I ought to get on that. And speaking of the room, I ought to get onto that, too. They say a woman's work is never done, but neither does yours. Fook.
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