i <3 pumpkins.

pumpkin pie. mmmmm.


"it's not that you have bad luck, you're just a dumbass." ...just heard that on "that 70s show".

my thanksgiving, which technically started at 12 a.m. this morning has consisted of: part of a mickey's 40 oz, part of an asahi, the casserole me and d.a.b. had frozen from a while back, and some sanpincha, grahm crackers, more casserole and quesadillas.
i'm definitely not complaining, just enjoyed the relaxing day off.
spent most of it sleeping and the remainder of it wondering what i was doing (with life, current situations, etc), and realized that i'm not digging naga-chan.

as far as shallowe qualities go he was good on paper, but in general i was definitely beginning to see more cons than pros.

kissing him was not bad, but everything else that had to do with his mouth (what he had to say, the way he said it...) i could hardly stand.

i could tell olive really didn't like him and the way he tried to call the cat was by saying, "hey! come!" in a stern voice...like, do you really think a cat is going to respond happily to that?
i tried to teach him to say "olllliiiive" the way i do when i call her, but for some reason it was a difficult concept for him.
and he kind of reminds me of my crazy ex boyfriend whom i got a restraining order against.
and he sniffles a lot. he could had a cold, or be allergic to cats...or other things for all i know.
he seems too nice so much that it's fake.

and he smothers me and i don't even know him.
i learned from it.


cut off.



click: don't look back in anger.


since i didn't eat any pupmkin pie i'll just have to get it on my birthday. i like it instead of cake anyway.