Monday
February 2,2004
I didn't sleep on Saturday.
I have to go to bed now because I need to get to work early and I didn't stop to think that it was a new month yesterday so I have some things I need to update as well.
I can't wait to have PT tomorrow. Roman is seriously thinking about coming out here. I hope he does. I am sure he needs the sunshine.
Tuesday
February 3, 2004
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CATHY!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
I called
Buzzy to tell her it's been a year. "I
can't believe it's been a year!"
Steven came over. He makes me shudder and scream
when there is enough spit to do so. He can get
me to give him that great quality pussy that bears
down tight, gets me very wet and makes me gush
like Old Faithful.
$600 to fix my transmission. I'm fucked. I am partying
it doesn't rain and the guy that is willing to
fix it said I could write a post dated check.
God I know I should sleep but I am thinking about
him. He's such a great lover. The best. He knows
how to circle with his hips and hit my g-spot deep
inside of me. I know that I am human. I am not
walking the path as perfectly as I can but I keep
reminding myself that I am still human and the
pleasure is just too much to pass up.
Today I feel like I am the healthiest I will ever
be. I am so happy. I love my Physical Therapist,
Edgar. He makes me feel so good. He actually took
the time to check out my sites. I imagine what
he could do to my body while inside of me. He makes
me feel so good on the outside that I bet he also
pleases.
OK now the Marinol, Elavil and weed are kicking
in. Plus I moved my patch up to my tit.
I found a place that I love today. No pets, no
stink and the room is big enough to fit everything
I have out here. Andy took care of the nightmare
storage nightmare from hell.
Life is very sweet. Michelle is going to have
$133K go out this month. We hit her goal and if
we can get another 100K then I get 1.5 percent.
Michelle is going to flip when I become a sale
agent. I told him after the third sale that I wanted
to renegotiate my contract. He told me then I could
do my own sales. She is going to flip.
We had a sales meeting and I took the crit well.
I remembered my days of being humiliated in front
of photo students that went by the way side. It's
all such a distant memory.
Wednesday
February 4,2004
GOD PLEASEEEEEEEE MAKE IT STOOOOOOPPPPPP...
You new "mascot" make
me want to vomit. My name is Catherineclay.com and I am http://oneopinionatedbitch.com
and for ME to say your new ADS FUCKING BLOW IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT FOR THE
AMERICAN
PUBLIC.
I have a BRAIN TUMOR and these fucking nasty ugly vomit inducing commercials with these fucking hideous creatures of a Photoshop artist's wet dream make me want to duck and VOMIT when I see you commercials on LA TV.
PLEASE FIX THIS AS I CAN NOT EAT AT QUIZNO'S UNTIL THIS EYESORE IS OBLITERATED OFF THE ASS ZIT ON HUMANITY.
Lovingly a former customer,
Catherine Elizabeth Clay
If you haven't seen the hideous nightmare from the Quizno's commercials you should check them out. They are hideous.
Friday February 6,2004
If you wanted a mistress
in your life you have to pay the mistress price. I am not putting my heart
or cunt in that situation any longer. I have more respect for myself and
your family to make this into a "relationship" when it sure seems like "it" was
more sexual.
You lied to me about your wife leaving you (which makes me wonder how many other lies you told me) and you are going through the typical mid-life crisis so you need to get your shit straightened out. I don't want to be entangled in that web. I don't like having sex with married men that aren't married to me. I've been pretty successful in not getting involved until now.
Thank you for everything you have done for me. I hope you appreciate what I have done for you equally. Please don't contact me for a while because I am very hurt and when I am like this I just want to be left alone.
Catherine
I want to cry. I went to see Dr. Kelly yesterday and I asked him when my brain was going to fill back in where the cyst was because that's what it did last night. He told me that it was never going to fill back in. It scared like that. I kept asking him more questions. He would advert them. I finally pinned him down on something and which he was willing to be honest for and that was that he didn't know what was happening to me and didn't show much concern for me losing sensation in my hands and feet.
I broke it off with Steven today, as you can see. He didn't call me until 4:30 to tell me he couldn't make it with me to see the doctor. I asked him last week to go with me. I found some kind of solace thinking that he would go but knowing deep inside that he wouldn't and if this was a relationship like he claimed it was then this one thing would prove to me that he was serious, which turned out how I believed it would.
He called me to apologize but I wouldn't answer the phone. He caught me on the phone today and luckily I was on the other line. My phone keeps ringing and I won't answer it when the ID is blocked. I'm sure I have missed important calls but if they don't leave a message then I guess it wasn't that important.
Sunday February 8,2004
I'm on the net looking for a guy again. I shouldn't do this. I should just calm down and not worry about anything however... Here I am again. Watching the boob tube and wishing I was at the Grammy's.
I'm very sad about breaking it off with Steven even though it was the right thing to do. I really liked spending time with him I just wanted more of it and I really miss being someone's wife or girlfriend.
I know I shouldn't agonize
over this. I know soon enough that I will be taken aback by someone, my life,
and never have moments to myself.
Tuesday February 10, 2004
I broke it off today. I can't deal with the problems and the baggage. I got approved for an apartment. Whop de do. Dallas wanted me to move in with her but I just can't make the commute from Santa Monica to Pasadena everyday for 2 months.
Buzzy... I swear to God I don't know what I would do without Buzzy. I would be lost in a swarm of even more people taking advantage of me and right now I need more love and positivity.
Samantha wrote the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. I hope she sends it to me so I can perform it. I swear that woman is one of the best friends I have ever had. I told her about the hole in my head.
Today is Tuesday. I would love to perform again. I am working up the courage to make it through. Dallas has back up. I would have given her my last cent if I didn't freak out and worry more about me.
"Dallas I am sorry... I feel really bad but you can stay with me. I don't want you to have to go back to Kentucky." She
is not happy right now. I couldn't imagine paying $1500 for a stupid apartment.
It's bad enough paying $700.
It was nice breaking
it off to his face and just the unmentionables. "I'm not so innocent" I tell
him when he wants to tell me about thugs he has dealt with. I had an Armenian
cock in my mouth. I know what the underworld is really all about but watching
white collar crime is not my forte.
"I live vicariously through you!!!" Someone
still loves me. I don't know what I would do if it weren't for my ghouls.
Erin, my best friend. She tells me how it is. I can't get over Mike, Zoe's
dad, getting it on with a boy and cheating on her. I'm disappointed but with
the way I see men behaving lately I become weary of who I want to share my
body with.
Saturday
February 14, 2004
Happy Valentine's
Day!
It's been a very difficult week. It all started when Dr. Kelly's office called me to tell me my Prolactin was elevated. When I found out it is the hormone that causes you to lactate I reached down and pinched my nipple and sure enough there was some milk! This combined with my Cortisol Levels dropping before I had brain surgery has slightly upset me. My pituitary gland is already starting to malfunction.
I called
up Chris to tell him my Prolactin levels were elevated. He
told me I needed to bottle that shit up especially since
I am on Duragesic. "So that means people can drink and that
will fuck them up?"
"I guess."
"You need to bottle that shit up and sell it on E-bay!" Great.
I told him I think we finally have our first video. Me sitting
there pumping my breasts and then selling that shit on the
net so I can raise money for my brain tumor foundation. All
these ideas.
Then I looked at pituitary.org and called them to ask questions.
I got a call back from Bob. He does what I do when people first write to me to as me questions about having an Arachnoid Cyst. He told me I needed to be very concerned and that I should see Dr. Kelly and his colleague, Dr. Cohen.
He convinced me that I was more sick than even I believed. I laughed in horror as he told me his story and how they were going to take care of my problem. I was in shock.
"You can't
BELIEVE what I have been through!"
"Oh yes
I can."
I call
him back the next day. Still freaking out. I tell Anne. "STOP FREAKING OUT." she
writes me back. She's more worried about some other bullshit. "Do
not allow your physicians, or yourself or family to treat
these tumors lightly or in a start and stop fashion. "
What kind of drug do you give a brain damaged nympho? The kind of drug that causes men to have multiple orgasms.
I went on a blind date tonight with a cute little Jewish boy. He was so sweet! He's a Pilot, paremedic, he has his Masters, he was an eagle scout, in the Air Force, he's a published author with a poetry book and has a story in Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul. He started the Red Cross youth group here in LA. He's half Cuban and half German.
And I was
the first girl he has ever kissed. He was so scared he was
shaking. He slobbered a little too much but I didn't care
because he was so sweet. We fooled around. He wanted to touch
my boobs
but he got scared that it was too fast. "I guess other guys
haven't had this problem."
"I don't think you need to worry about what other people think." I'm
in control. I pulled him on top of me after he pulled me
to be on top of him. We dry humped. It was so awesome. I was
lamenting
not too long ago how much fun it would be to just dry hump
a guy without having to go all the way and here is this incredible
man on top of me overwhelmed by his own emotions.
"So that's what it feels like. I'm going to have a heart attack." He
smiles. He's so sweet.
"I don't
know if I should stay the night."
"You are
more than welcome to do so as long as you brought your jammies
:)"
God I haven't been hot for someone like that in quite some time. It's nothing to be thrilled like that. To get high off of his excitement. To get high off my own excitement. He's the first guy I have been out with in a long fucking time where I believed all his stories.
Now I am looking him up... He really did get the Gold Congressional Award. He's
color blind. "What color is this?"
"Blue."
"What color
blue?"
"Like this." he
says as he points to my jeans.
"It's Purple!" I
can't believe it. He can't see variations.
"What color is this?" I
say pointing to brown.
"Green."
Dave Chappel
is on the background. "Oh my God... what color are African
Americans????"
"It depends
on their skin tone. Sometimes they are really black like
this book and other times they can be green."
"Oh my
god... your are kidding???!?!?!?!? You see GREEN PEOPLE!!!
What's it like?"
"It's weird...
it's like seeing Martians!"
I kiss
on him some more. We have the same color eyes. He takes a
break. He's getting too hot. I let him lay back and watch him
smile.
Then I start kissing him all over again. "what color am I?"
"Your hair
is white. You are white, like the wall only much more beautiful.
If you really wanted to mess with me you could wear all white."
He's got long skinny fingers. He plays piano. He has beenie babies people gave him while he was a paremedic. He wears a Pooh watch and likes Disney.
I just
walked around the house earlier today and kept saying "Please let him have a big dick" over
and over again.
Can you even begin to imagine what it would be like to kiss me the first time in your life on Valentine's Day?
I went and saw 50 First Dates with Dallas today. I really want to get back to doing Stand Up comedy again. He reminds me a lot like her only she is saving herself for Ben Aflack and won't mess around with anyone now. But they are both all Disney and have this innocence that is so endearing.
"I should quit my job..." he's
already a fire fighter/paremedic for LAFD starting in April.
"No no
no.... noooooooo. Don't quit your job."
"I pick
up kids in remote places and bring them to LA for their medical
care."
"Have you
ever picked up a child with an Arachnoid Cyst?"
"Yes."
"What do
you know about them?"
"I have
read about them some. I have all kinds of magazines and I
remember reading about them."
"Well that's my Foundation. I run the Arachnoid Cyst Foundation. I have an Arachnoid Cyst." I
tell him everything. About the leaking boobs and fucked hormones.
He's the first man I think I have dated that is a man and
willing to help me out and deal with this. I can't be with
someone
that doesn't try to understand my disease any more. Not Steven.
Not Florent.
I was kinda
mad at 50 First Dates. Some of it was such BS. Part of my
new stand up routine is going to include how Adam Sandler would
really treat her. "Lucy this is my best friend, Ula. How would you like to make us both feel really good tonight?" because
tomorrow you won't remember.
Having a 6 year old kid and ending up in the Arctic Circle was the dumbest ending. If she were pregnant OK but that kid was way too old to be hers and I fucking know what it's like to be brain damaged. It's a sweet fable but it's so not true. My dad kicked me out on my ass and called me a Gordian knot (that he fucking twisted) when he refused to deal with me or even attempt to try and ensure that I was healthy.
Your family doesn't support you through that shit. I can't imagine anyone really loving you through this nightmare although if there were more people like Jeremy...
"I was almost 21 before I had sex the first time. I wanted to be in love with the first person I had sex with." echo
through my head.
I was the first girl he's ever kissed! I am the first girl to have ever touched his pee pee! He ran in the bathroom to finish himself off. I was so naughty and I just kept thinking about how I could give him head. He made me come dry humping me. It was sweet and he was surprised. When I started kissing him he started swaying his hips naturally.
"So this is what it feels like!" he
is mesmerized by his own imagination. It's so much responsibility
to take a man's virginity. 27 years of pent up sexual frustration.
Never understanding why girls didn't dig him. To watch his
face change from sitting across from him at Island's eating
a burger to all the emotion and sentiment inside bubbling
to the surface of his face changing him into a more confident
man was such a turn on.
I know I could rock this guy's world but I think he could rock mine too.
That he could jump up and go to the bathroom before he came was even more impressive unless he was just cleaning himself up. Such a change from that fucking troll I was with that told me to go home because I wouldn't fuck him. I just wanted to lay with someone and sleep but it was too much for the troll to handle and he kicked me out after I had medicated myself for the night. I have never been so pissed in my life but I was so glad I didn't fuck that troll.
I pull up my shirt so he could kiss my boobies and he told me it was too soon.
"When I squeezed my nipple I licked the milk off to see what it tasted like." I see myself performing while everyone in the audience is grossing out "What
are you so grossed out about? I figured out why guys want
you to swallow so bad. They think that if it's good enough
for
them to eat then it's good enough for you, too, because every
guy eats his own spoo. I can see Justin Timberlake eating
his own spoo after exposing JJ's tit eating it going 'Damn
I'm
hot!'"
Oh what fun!!! Just what I wanted. A real boyfriend!!! He told me no! He treated me so nicely. It makes me so happy!
Monday
February 16,2004
I
am confused. I think I need to leave guys alone for a long, long time. My hormones are making me act like a god damn circus freak and it really upsets me to no end. I start to feel sorry for myself and then I think of people like Kim and there is no rhyme or reason as to who, what, when, where or why things happen the way they do.
I kissed a virgin on Valentine's Day.
He went with me to see the neurologist today. Who told me that my optic nerves could swell and that could be a problem. Follow you up ever 6 months with a MRI and an eye exam.
He drove me around while I looked for a new place to live. My favorite is still the one for $1200 right near my office.
I am besides myself. Is this how a man is supposed to act? Am I just being too stupid? I think I am being naive.
Wednesday
February 18,2004
I forgot how much I hated Russian instructors that were born and raised in Russia durning the Soviet times. I don't need to prove to some Russian cunt that has dinasour chit between her teeth that I can get by in Russian just like I don't need to figure out that I shouldn't bother taking photography either.
Lesli's
famous words "Can't you take something new?" There was a Bioinformatics
class that looked like it would be interesting. Considering I am selling
those machines it might be more of a credit to my service.
My fucking head is poudning and there are those fucking sick fuckers from Quizno's subs.
I signed up for a creative nonfiction class too. That one might suck because he siad I couldn't write dirty stories and we all know dirty stories are the only reason I get excited.
Xazier called me last night. Great big and I mean HUGMONGO cock however... he's having fun doing his thing. I am just amazed at how all these stupid Russian instructors are the same. Then the stupid cocksucker that has had everything from a spine tumor to being run over by a Mack truck wants to give me his input. I'm all of a sudden reminded why I never bothered to go to Community College. I think Andy is right if I want to practice Russian I should just get a lover. Roman might be out here by May anyway.
I'm getting paid $1300. I finally have over $1500 in my bank account.
I am so in the mood to do Stand Up again. My nerves are shot. I did PT today and Edgar cranked up the juice. I have such a crush on him.
Steven passed me two leads today. Jason said I had to give one of them to Tristan. I'm pissed but that's life. yet another lead to pass on and then I joined a Beowolf Cluster group and some dude from Kodak wrote in how they are building a cluster.
Jesus I don't know why in the hell I put myself through that torture. I hated it before and it didn't get any better now post brain surgery. I don't even know why I care enough to write about it.
Florent
still seems to think that we are married and that it's going to work out.
He kills me. I think he kept expecting for me to say "Oh yes I want you back in my arms" and
admittidly I sometimes want to be there but then I look at Michelle and
her dumbass husband and that situation is out of control. I could not imagine
going through 200K with a loser like that and not have anything to show
for it.
Monday
February 23,2004
I got fired again.
I don't know where to even begin. The sexual harrassment, the drug use, the people that used me. It was a nightmare that was supposed to end.
I spent all day Thursday at the Court House with Michelle getting an EPO taken out against James. He beat the fuck out of Michelle for two hours on Wednesday and when I got to work Michelle told me all about it so that I would take her to the court house. She even told me later that said the things she said so she did to get James out of the picture.
Jason knew she was like this. "If you give her an inch, she takes a yard, you give her a yard and she takes a mile." He told me that I could charge the company for the entire missed day Thursday even though I was with her.
I couldn't wake up at all today. I kept thinking I could but I couldn't. I was in a total Catch 22 situation. Victor kept hitting on me. Friday night after this all went down he told me that he would give me a raise if I would step into the back room with him.
Michelle told them I had Vicodin and then everyone wanted me to give it to them.
Here is the situation.
My name is Catherine Clay and I have an arachnoid cyst (brain tumor). My hormones are off because of my brain tumor as it sits on my pituitary gland so I am having problems waking up in the morning. Today I didn't wake up at all. I am on Vicodin, Elavil, Neurontin, Duregesic, Marinol and Medical Marijuana.
My boss was informed of this the last time I went to see the neurosurgeon. I told him, Jason, I was producing too much prolactin and that I had to see the doctor on March 1st so that my hormones would straighten out.
I am on a lot of narcotics. I have problems dealing with other people's problems due to my mental imparement and illness. The woman that was my boss before I was promoted was asking me for my Vicodin because her husband beat her so bad he broke her rib. She always told me her problems so that I was dealing with her and not able to fully give my focus to my work. I was able to give her that support and not worry about myself because I have severe problems thinking and functioning.
Last Thursday she confided in me that her husband beat her so severely that she had bruises all over her body. I then told her she needed to go to the Court house to take out an EPO so that he couldn't do this again. We spent the entire day at the Court house in Pasadena getting an emergency move out order as well as an EPO. He left the state because he called her while we were at the court house.
Michelle is her name. She was my boss. Jason was hers and mine and I orginally reported just to her. Now that I got promoted I was reporting to Jason.
So today after dealing with her problems all weekend and showing her support I couldn't move because it was too emotionally taxing. I kept trying to wake up but I couldn't. After I was fired for not showing up or calling anyone my boss called me and told me I was fired because I didn't show up. I called Dr. Daniel Kelly at UCLA since he is my neurosurgeon and told his secretary my situation and she stated that they could fax over documentation that people that suffer from what I do have problems feeling run down.
Michelle had also made moves on me as had the CTO, Victor. I asked him to give me a raise since I was recently promoted and he told me that I had to step in the back room of a bar we went to on Friday if I wanted my raise. He even hounded me at work trying to get me to sleep with him and Michelle even told me how he had a big dick and that he was good.
I made it clear to them I was in no way going to do anything with them because I don't mix sex with business or the people that I work with and now I don't have a job.
Please HELP!!! I feel that I was discriminated against because of my illness when I can supply the documentation that supports my case.
Catherine
310-283-7179
There. Now I feel a lot better.
I heard things on Thursday that made me want to vomit. How her husband forced her to suck on his cock after he beat her. I heard about how she they were on coke and booze and how he used to get violent.
It almost feels like a soap opera that they seduce me into. I feel like I look back on things I did to make her look not so bad. She is even worse than I imagined. She sees herself as an angel.
Wednesday February 26, 2004
They turn off my internet on the 28th because the little fucker that I have been subletting from hasn't paid the bill.
My fucking car needs work done on it. I found a new boyfriend. He's Peter the shit kicking Alabaman that's fixing my transmission. He has a 4 bedroom house, it's really nice with a pool and a back yard. The ex wife and kids love it.
I took Lincoln with me. Lincoln and Lisa. Lisa picked me up like a fairy finds a diamond in the middle of the forest. She is studying to be a phtoographer and she is so beautiful. We found one another at the Photography Class I went to.
I think I should go to the hospital I feel so sick from everything that has happened to me the last week. Steven came by to see the colladeral damage. "I've lost 15 pounds. I don't know what's wrong with me."
I wrote him later that he was lovesick. I wish he wasn't such a great lover. It would be so much easier to dump him. Xavier called me the other night and we had phone sex. He so doesn't want to wear a condom when we have sex. I so don't need a baby. Dr. Chong told me today I should go on the pill. I am on so many fucking other drugs that I hate taking the pill because it makes me sick.
Xavier says I don't have to move. I can just pay him rent and he can't do anything. I think he's right. I can't afford to move just yet. I can't afford my health insurance.
Samantha called me today and told me all the things I have to do tomorrow. It's almost 3 am and I am not sleepy because I haven't taken my Elavil.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE 22!" Peter exclaimed. He cracks me up. A pussy hound from the south although I did love hearing about the races when he and Lincoln were talking. We went and got the rental car and jammed to "Living on a Prayer" which is one of the reasons I remember to breathe right now.
MeLisa came and resuced me on Tuesday. She went with me to get my things at Paracel and calmed me down. She brought me food. She loves me already and I am just astounded. To be so horribly abused and then to have compassion and love. Maybe there is kharma.
Samantha called to tell me about her Slam. She helped me come up with a list of my symptoms. I could have had the FMLA act however since I am brain damaged I didn't even know I qualified. I bet I could have used that in the last job I had but since I can't think about that shit I didn't do anything.
I am just astounded at everything that happened. A-FUCKING-Stounded.
None of the fucking pharmacies have Marinol. I am really fucking pissed about that. List of things to do.
- Interview
- Housing
- Drugs
- Packing
- Car
- Apply for Welfare
If you look normal, you act normal they perceive you as normal. "Why do you have a new job every 3 months?" oh shit. I can't lie about that.
"I haven't sold a thing!" She screams back at me after 'but Michelle, I helped put that money in your pipeline' She can't close. She's just neurotic and drives me nuts. She can't do anything like that anymore. Why did she get to stay even through her coke habit, her abuse issues... it's a sick, sick sick situation when your boss can watch you be abused and somehow feel like the rescurer when the abuser is out of your life.
"You've got a good friend here." The cop tells that fucking coke whore.
I quit dealing with that monster Zack because of that junk. And I wanted to move inwith her? Nothing could seduce me or repulse me greater. I bet she would have had me snorting in no time. She wanted me to sleep with her in her bed on Saturday night but I slept in the other bedroom. I bet if I had fucked her I would still have a job just like now that James is gone Victor knows he can fuck her again.
"You DON'T NEED TO BE WORKING!" Sama yells at me. Sama understands me most because we are eternally sisters. Brain surgery the same year and now she knows me because she knows herself. "Catherine you have to take care of Catherine first! I didn't do it alone. I had all my angels..." and then it hits home. All the people that died helping her out or just being there.
"I know you are right..." I want to cry. $400 for insurance. IS it worth the patch? I sat here this morning achy from the break through pain like stains from the breakthrough bleeding on a pair of panties but no one can see them. I feel a "Flowers for Algernon" moment coming on. Right after the dude hits his apex of intelligence.
I keep expecting to be tragically sad because I lost my dream job but somehow I feel confident that there is something else better out there for me... like ME! I think I have learned how to do things better while it all slips apart. Somehow I love the challenge of watching it all fall apart so I can just weave it up again.
I should start thinking about the moments of when it feels like the odds are totally against me and then I somehow manage to bring it all back together again. But she is right. I am exhausted. I don't know how to get that section 8 apartment that I desperately need. I don't know how to get SSI. I just know how to walk in and fake it.
Arachnoid cyst pateints make the best actors because they lie in order to protect the ones they love from the cold hard truth of reality and how
Saturday February 28, 2004
Men are totally there for my amusement.
I finally found a decent man. He is fixing my car. He put me in a rental. I have a feeling he's going to run though.
I don't know why. I filled the tank up with gas. I can't wait to drive it all around.
I thought I would amuse myself even further to see if dumb men pay to really have sex. It cracks me up to see if they will.
There are there for my total amusement. I love to fuck with their pea brains. Even though I know I could never ever do it it still makes me laugh.
Then I start thinking about Peter and his deep blue eyes. I think about him talking about my body and the things he wants to do to me. I think about the buletts in his body. "I was in Beruit." he tells me as she shows me his cluster... if you have more than one purple heart you get a cluster. I look at his ID and he is only 10 years older than me.
That's the kind of man I can effect in so many ways. The kind of man that can take charge of life and whip things into shape. "I'll pay the bills but things have to be done my way."
"And why don't men understand that when you are mean or wrong that you aren't getting any?"
"Yes, dear. So many men don't know what you can avoid from those simple words." he tells me.
I need to get cracking on my book. I started it finally the other day. It's so geeky.
I finally figured out that if I close my door that I am not heating the entire apartment and the cold doesn't nip me so bad but when I get in the bathroom that's when it gets really bad.
I've been sleeping. I went to Melisa's and Lincon's party. There were people there they have known forever. I brought Dallas with me. We would have stayed longer had it stayed warm.
My rent is going up to $800 if I stay here. I really need a new place to live.
