Thank you, Jarid. :-D

God, I have the worst day ever, and then Jarid swoops in and is my knight in shining armor.

PsychoPunkTiki (10:22:46 PM): Well I am getting kicked out of the library soon so I have to get offline, and though it will seem forced I believe this to be true

PsychoPunkTiki (10:22:52 PM): you are a very unique person to me

PsychoPunkTiki (10:22:59 PM): which is odd cuz most people don;t stand out

PsychoPunkTiki (10:23:02 PM): a good unique

PsychoPunkTiki (10:23:06 PM): you know who you are

PsychoPunkTiki (10:23:14 PM): I love your hair, even if some have insulted it

PsychoPunkTiki (10:23:23 PM): I also like you lip piercing

PsychoPunkTiki (10:23:46 PM): it made me smile the first time I saw you on stage at AR

PsychoPunkTiki (10:24:01 PM): you do make me laugh eventhough I seem to be all serious most the time

PsychoPunkTiki (10:24:16 PM): YOu always find a way to make out conversations interesting

PsychoPunkTiki (10:24:43 PM): I also appreciate that you try to talk to me

PsychoPunkTiki (10:25:01 PM): when we were at applebees it made me feel very special that even though I was being loud and across the tabe from you

PsychoPunkTiki (10:25:05 PM): you still said things to me

PsychoPunkTiki (10:25:07 PM): adn talked to me

PsychoPunkTiki (10:25:16 PM): though we could barley hear eachother

PsychoPunkTiki (10:25:39 PM): you have a huge heart and I think that is a rare thing to find in most these days

PsychoPunkTiki (10:25:58 PM): I know I have failed you cuz you wnated nice things that were most likely lies

PsychoPunkTiki (10:26:05 PM): but I didn;t lie about any of that

GODDDDD DAMNITTTTTTT.

Why can't there be someone who just tells him how wonderful I am? I've heard that I am, from a few people.
There are so many guys who would just line up to be with me. Why does he have to be the one who likes me, but not enough to care?

I had a bad day.
Most girls experience those, especially when they're PMSing.
Little things set us off, and if nothing or nobody is there to quickly pick up the pieces, we fall apart. But, it's really easy to rectify the situation.
Guys freak out because they think we're these super complicated creatures who will rip their faces off.

But I promise you, that'll only happen if you do NOTHING. You see, we already know, deep down, just how ridiculous and irrational we're being. The real reason we get so crazy is because our hormones are so fucked that we can't calm down.

So guys, takes notes here:
When we are like this, and we tell you to leave us alone, we're lying.
What we really want is for you to show up with chocolate and a shoulder to cry on.
Are we really going to say that?
NO. BECAUSE YOU SHOULD FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELVES.

Anyway.
I feel like chopped liver.
I have never liked someone this much, and it scares me. Unfortunately, those feelings aren't returned. Not in the same respect, anyway.
I don't think they ever will be, either. I always like them more, or they like me and i don't like them, or vice versa.
Or they like me more and I get put off and run.
I think he's put off.
I think he's running.

FML.

Fate finds you wicked.

I was having a pretty decent day until Ricky got home, I gotta tell ya.

He came screaming into the house, plopped down on my bed, smelling like a dumpster because he never showers, and then said something unimportant, because I don't remember it.

He proceeded to ask repeatedly, at the top of his lungs from the kitchen, whose cake was in the cake holder.
I was not going to reply to that, because my voice hurts a lot today.
Finally, Mom said it was the one I made for Trevor. Ricky said, "Gross", and then I heard nothing.

Mom went back outside to do more work on Ed.
When she came back in, Ricky tried to drop some knowledge on how Ed shouldn't be doing this, how Mom should stop this, how blah blah blah.
Mom told him what Grandpa had told her to do, and Ricky shut up fast about whatever bullshit he'd been spewing only moments before.

Then, he asked if he should take the car.
In my fucking opinion, he's the one who royally fucked Ed in the first place, and after the definitive promise on Sunday that he'd NEVER touch her again, I think the answer should have been no.
Mom's simple response was, "Cayla has work".
Ricky argued for about five minutes on how he could just drop me off, etc etc, and Mom said no.
What I didn't know is that Ricky had the car yesterday for his choir concert, and afterwards when they all went out to eat.

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

This is just beyond me.
But I can't say anything about it, because it's "none of my business".

HOW CAN YOU LET AN IMBECILE WHO DOES EVERYTHING WRONG REPEATEDLY USE THE ONLY CAR WE HAVE?

He has no remorse for it whatsoever.

In fact, he found a way to blame me for it today.

"Whatever, Grandpa should stop spending money on Cayla and buy me a car. Two grand on Cayla for school is bullshit. She's never going to really do anything with her life. She's just using his money up to waste more time doing nothing."

Yep.
My brother.

The one who has failed classes repeatedly, gotten suspended form school too many times to count, has three misdemeanors on his record, constantly disrespects everyone on the planet, is so stupid and blind that he always thinks he's right no matter how wrong he is.

The same one who punches holes in walls and then gets mad at Mom and says she made him do it.

The same one who took the car for two days and drove her around without an ounce of fluid in her and wouldn't bring it home.

The same one who left the car on the side of the road because he was mad at her for dying on him, and then didn't tell anyone, and ignored his calls for the rest of the night.

The same one who doesn't do his laundry, and doesn't clean his room, and calls everyone a nigger.

Yes.
The same exact one who has broken multiple phones, and simply sticks out his hand for a new one and usually gets it.

Ricky asked for a snowboard and snowboarding gear for Christmas.
And that's what he got.
I asked for a Kindle.
I didn't get anything.

I stopped asking for things once Ricky hit puberty.
Because for some reason, Mom will buy him anything and everything to get him to shut up.

But somehow, he's realized that I'm an evil villain who is just taking Grandpa's money to go through college for no damn reason.

It all makes so much sense now.

If this situation doesn't improve by the time we start moving...
I don't know if I'll be going anywhere.

Across The Night.

My mom makes the best roast, I'm telling you.
It just MELTS in your mouth.
Babies, everywheeeeere with this roast.

Anna made me a mix CD. It's mostly weird techno stuff.
I think I should make her a mix CD with mostly screaming stuff.
We can both learn to appreciate the other's music, right?

I checked the population of my sea monkeys today, and there are A LOT.
They're like, overflowing the tank.
I SUCCEED AS A MOM!!!!!!!! YAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I broke two nails today.
Once when I was trying to open the dryer, and the other just sort of followed suit.
FUCKITY FUCK FUCK.

I've seen Bryce everyday since Monday, save for Wednesday when I was in Mankato.
I could definitely get used to this. :-D

Fuck.

There is always a catch.

LEOPTIAN!

I walked in the door from Mankato today, went to my room, and there was the man of my dreams laying on my bed.

He was sprawled in a stretched out position, totally exposing his stomach to the world, and absolutely comfortable with it.

He was smiling in his sleep, most likely dreaming of miles and miles of prairie to run through, equipped with hidey holes for him to excavate and master.
Those holes were probably also filled with things that ran through grass.

I dropped my things on the floor and crawled onto the bed next to him, snuggled into him, and whispered, "Leope, I'm home".

His response?
A purr started emanating from his chest.

I fucking love my cat. <3

Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening.

I spent the entire night with an incredible man.

He reminded me that not all guys will treat me like shit.
They will treat me as their equal.

And we can have a good time, with no expectations.

Just Kill Bill, a lot of laughs, cuddling, and vegan ribs.

It's nice, y'know?
Especially after the ordeal I experienced on Monday.
I always seem to attract the type, don't I?

That's alright.
I'm at peace with what has happened.

And I'm ready to move on to bigger and better things. :-D

Hoppy Bee Pop.

So, the highlight of my day today happened promptly after I walked into work.

I had a note from Robyn, explaining that she couldn't work the 4th, whatevs.
Right before opening the note, I noticed more writing on it.
It read:
Cayla is a dork! But we love her anyway. <3


Of course, I knew this was from Shawna.
And I was correct!
She's the only reason I enjoy working at Image Creator.
Well, her and Stacey.
And occasionally Lisa, when she's there.

Yeah.
It was a great night. I got to dink around at work because Denise is out of town all week. :-D

Unfortunately, I now have a headache that can only be described as treacherous.

Trevor is over.
He's playing some retard Zelda game with Brandon.
I think I may just crawl under the covers and pay them no attention whatsoever.

WHERE IS LUKE?!

A star away from falling apart.

I was sitting in MN History tonight, absently wondering why the fuck we were there because THE SNOW WAS GOING SIDEWAYS, when Professor Mammenga pointed out that the snow was going sideways.
I went, "I was just thinking that!"
Everyone busted a gut.

Then, when we were leaving, someone from another class was walking out at the same time as us, and his papers went EVERYWHERE.
So naturally, I bent down to help him. We laughed a minute about how stupid it was that teachers still handed out pamphlets and whatnot, y'know, small talk.
And when I got up, one of the kids from my class was waiting for me.
It was odd. I was a little put off by it.
In fact, I had no idea what to say. I sort of smiled at him and started walking out the door.
When I was halfway to the car, I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere.
Now, it was sideways snowing, ladies and gentlemen.
And it was cold.
And almost dark.
I was panicking, you could say that.

So, I turn around, and I SHIT YOU NOT, there was the guy.
Picking up my keys from the ground.
And I'm thinking to myself, "Well, fuck. I'm gonna have to offer him sexual services or something, he's such a creep".
Then, he goes, "Cayla? Are you gonna come get these keys or do I have to bring them to you?"
I could barely hear him. Hell, I could be totally wrong at what he said. He could have said, "Cayla, get on this dick or I will shoot you".

Anyway.
I walked the short distance to him, and held out my hand for the keys.
He smiled this HUGE smile, handed them to me, and then said he'd see me later.
Well, I get to the car, and as I go to start it, I notice that there is something attached to my Tinkerbell keychain thing.
It's his number.
His name is Charlie.

God, what a night.

Hummers have feelings, too.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:47:36 AM): so what kind of car do you want to be?

PsychoPunkTiki (1:47:48 AM): I am not sure if it matters

PsychoPunkTiki (1:47:57 AM): I keep seeing an old school bug though

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:48:05 AM): hey those are cool!

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:48:07 AM): i see a yellow one

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:48:11 AM): for you

PsychoPunkTiki (1:51:49 AM):

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:52:05 AM): is that the color you see?

PsychoPunkTiki (1:52:56 AM): I am not sure

PsychoPunkTiki (1:53:01 AM): I suppose

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:04:46 AM): goopd

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:04:50 AM): ...

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:04:51 AM): good*

PsychoPunkTiki (2:05:17 AM):

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:07:56 AM): i think if i were a car... i'd be...

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:07:59 AM): a hummer

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:08:02 AM): CUZ THOSE BITCHES ARE HUGE

PsychoPunkTiki (2:09:14 AM): I used to want a hummer when I was young

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:09:24 AM): is it because those bitches were huge?

PsychoPunkTiki (2:10:19 AM): that and some of them have mounted gun turrets on them

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:10:28 AM): HELLZ YES

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:10:58 AM): would you shoot out the bears so they can't maul you?

PsychoPunkTiki (2:11:25 AM): yeah

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:11:41 AM): that's great, jarid. just the response i was looking for

PsychoPunkTiki (2:12:17 AM): I would kill those god damn bear sons of bitches

PsychoPunkTiki (2:12:21 AM): and then bath in their blood

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:17:55 AM): y'know. sometimes, you're like the model i would hire for a photoshoot, not knowing that you suck at direction. i'd be like, "JARID. OKAY. BE ANGRY" and you'd ask me if anger was real or something and i'd be like, "YES RIGHT NOW IT IS OKAY GO" and i'd start snapping, and you'd go over to the fake flower bed on the set and pick it, smell it, then exclaim wildly that the flower DOES NOT SMELL AND THAT IS WRONG

PsychoPunkTiki (2:19:14 AM): Maybe I am the model you hire who is actualy quite good at it, but I find more intrest in doing it wrong in purpose?

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:19:38 AM): you would do that, just to piss me off.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:19:44 AM): and then we'd have angry sexy later.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:19:46 AM): wearing bear skins.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:19:48 AM): or hummer blankets.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:19:58 AM): angry sexy? yes, i like that.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:19:58 AM): haha

PsychoPunkTiki (2:20:34 AM): I want to breed hummers and bears

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:21:16 AM): fuckin' right.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:21:55 AM): would they be hummer bears? or bear hummers? would they be hummers covered in fur? or bears with wheels?

PsychoPunkTiki (2:22:33 AM): Hummears or bemmers

PsychoPunkTiki (2:22:39 AM): I am thinking Bemmers

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:22:53 AM): so, they'd be hummers covered in bear fur?

PsychoPunkTiki (2:23:20 AM): I am thinking small hummer bodys with bear legs

PsychoPunkTiki (2:23:22 AM): and teeths

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:23:31 AM): ooooo

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:23:36 AM): can we ride them? or drive them?

PsychoPunkTiki (2:24:14 AM): If they don't eat you

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:24:21 AM): well they wouldn't eat US

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:24:25 AM): I WANT TO RIDE A BEMMER

PsychoPunkTiki (2:44:09 AM): I want to eat one

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:44:45 AM): do you think they'd taste slightly oily and metallic?

PsychoPunkTiki (2:46:32 AM): I think they would taste like fruit by the foots

Golly.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:53:51 AM): YOU FAGGOT

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:54:05 AM): who just says golly and then goes on to be serious?

KirkisaJ3rk (1:54:15 AM): DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU POSTED THAT BULLETIN ABOUT ME AND O'HAL

KirkisaJ3rk (1:54:17 AM): YOU HUSSY FAG

KirkisaJ3rk (1:54:20 AM): THAT'S RIGHT

KirkisaJ3rk (1:54:22 AM): YOU'RE A HUSSY

KirkisaJ3rk (1:54:23 AM): AND A FAG

KirkisaJ3rk (1:54:27 AM): YOU ARE CONFUSED ABOUT YOUR GENDER

"Don't go chasing waterfalls."

BunnySwan86 (4:11:18 AM): Also, you smell

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:11:24 AM): like heaven.

BunnySwan86 (4:11:36 AM): Like an old lady

BunnySwan86 (4:12:38 AM): Good thing i love old women. I'll put the moves on you and be all "cayla, is that geritol in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:13:00 AM): i'm gonna make you dinner and put cyanide in it

BunnySwan86 (4:13:34 AM): "Thanks, Geritol"

BunnySwan86 (4:13:50 AM): That's what Geritol's catch phrase was

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:14:16 AM): i think that diet coke really effed you up.

BunnySwan86 (4:14:43 AM): I'm really punchy and yet I can't sleep

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:14:54 AM): you WERE punchy tonight.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:14:57 AM): and you tried to lick me.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:15:01 AM): gross, anna. keep your tongue to yourself.

BunnySwan86 (4:15:08 AM): You love it

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:15:30 AM): what i really loved was you screaming like a girl in the parking lot when brandon surprised you and then hugged you

BunnySwan86 (4:15:53 AM): it was a good horror movie scream

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:16:05 AM): they'd call it Attack of the Gays

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (4:16:19 AM): GAYS ATTACKING GAYS! OH NOES!

BunnySwan86 (4:17:25 AM): "They creep out of the darkest corners and insult your shoessss!"

BunnySwan86 (4:18:04 AM): And they leave a trail of astroglide in their paths

"2-1. Your move".

Well, fuck me sideways and call me a Watchman.

That movie was the best thing I've ever seen.
It followed the graphic novel ALMOST PRECISELY.
I have never been that satisfied with a movie adaptation IN MY LIFE.
It's long. 2 hours and 43 minutes, to be completely exact, HOWEVER...

...After it was over, and I knew well and good that it was over, because the lights were up, people were leaving, and MCR was singing their awesome ass song during the credits, I wondered to myself, "Why is it over? How come it isn't still going?"

I continue wondering that to this very nanosecond.
I think I'll continue wondering that for life.

Anyway, this entire evening was simply chock-full of amazingness.

At first, it was just Anna and myself, going to our weekly Thursday night movie.
Then, Trev wanted to come over, and I simply invited both Brandon and him to the movies.
I suddenly couldn't live without Mary anymore, either, so I picked her up after class.
AND THEN.
Pedro called. And Brandon went and picked up him and Stewart.
So we all hung out here until it was time for me to go get Anna.

The night was simply perfection embodied.
I was with my favorite people in the ENTIRE world, and Watchmen was PERFECT.

An extremely, incredibly, ridiculously awesome thing happened tonight at the theatre.
There were, of course, many raucous boys, whom I loved, in the theatre with us.
They were yelling all sorts of things the majority of the night.
So, Brandon and Anna got the awesome idea to start yelling my name when I came back from peeing.
And that started everyone else saying my name loudly, too, as I came up the stairs to get back to my seat.
Then, everyone started applauding.
And one guy, who was a row in front of me, held out his hand for a high five.

Haha, and to make it all better, those same awesome guys said hi to me on the way out. "Hey, Cayla". It was just... fabulous.

On the way home, the conversation got even better.

It was just Anna, Mary, and I, so of course, everything got a little convoluted.
We started talking about how Americans just blow shit up until we find the enemy.
Like, how when we tried to get Hitler, we just started bombing the shit out of everything, and eventually, we found his totally dead carcass in a pile of rubble.
But not the Valkyries. Ohhhh no, they got on the INSIDE. Fucking almost laponed that shit. Then they got caught with their pants down.

From there, we moved onto Team America, and how the government should take a cue from them, and turn some of our guys into Al Quaida guys and go kick some ass or something.

I went on to say that I like cheesy movies.
The conversation went as follows:
Anna- Cheese makes me constipated
Me- Well, do you want to know what makes me the complete opposite of constipated? Deciding it's a great idea to eat Ramen constantly for four days in a row. I now fully understand the terms 'explosive diahrrea' and 'adult diaper rash'".
Anna- Hey, do you think that train car carries yellow pages?

Suffice it to say, that Mary was laughing so hard in the backseat, she was drooling.

And you know how perfect nights end in a kiss?
Yeah.
I'll let you mull that one over. :-D

P.S. I totally made it sound like I kissed Mary, there, didn't I?
Well, hm, while that would be... uhhh, just so pleasant, no.
I most definitely kissed a boy.
OKAY. NOW MULL IT OVER.

I'm a bad student.

I don't think I've ever been this irresponsible in my life.

I dropped two classes this semester, just because I wasn't attending, and because I was completely overwhelmed.

I dropped Chem because I felt like my head was going to explode from the stress.
I dropped Humanities because I simply wasn't going.

Yeah.
I'm awful.

And then, today, I get an e-mail from Professor Mammenga, my History teacher, telling me I am going to be taking the first exam over again tonight because I epically failed the first time, and that I'll take the second exam before the 12th.

He's a nice man. I mean, really.
I didn't even study for the first exam.
I just went in there, and made up a bunch of shit, and didn't care.

I have no idea what's wrong with me, other than the fact that there are so many problems going on that have never happened in tandem before.

I most likely should've just taken the fucking semester off.
But I'm back on my feet now.
I feel good.
We're moving the 1st of April, to a fourplex that's really small, but cozy, and affordable, and clean.
Dad isn't coming with us.
My relationships with people are improving, thanks to my complete ability to handle stress, now.

There are a few hardships still, of course.
My grandpa is going in for surgery the 16th.
I don't want to seem morbid, but he is 80, and he could die. They're taking out his kidney. It's totally possible.
I'm praying that it's all going to go well. I'm hoping that it will be fine.
But I don't eliminate possibilities, at all.

I only have 8 more credits to complete until I graduate with my AA.
YEP. I'LL HAVE A DEGREE! A CERTIFIED FUCKING DEGREE, ONE STEP CLOSER TO BEING A PhD IN PSYCHOLOGY. TAKE IT. FRY IT UP. ENJOY IT.

Of course, I do have 32 credits to complete before I can transfer the fuck outta there, unless I decide to go to Mankato, which is only 12. :-D

Anyway.
I suck at being a student.
I like cigarettes and rum.
I don't particularly enjoy showering at the moment, because I think the greasy, messy look for my hair is actually kind of hot.
I don't get paid enough for bending over backwards for 16 people who are older than me and still act like they're five.
College life sits well with me, I think.

MY SHARONA!

PsychoPunkTiki (1:17:19 AM): don;t blarg me!

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:17:32 AM): I SHALL BLARG IF I SO CHOOSE

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:18:04 AM): jarid i want to seeeee you

PsychoPunkTiki (1:18:37 AM): orly?

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:18:50 AM): mhm.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:18:55 AM): i want to snuggle, even if you don't want to.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:19:02 AM): I AM A SNUGGLY BEAR OF AWESEOME.

PsychoPunkTiki (1:21:36 AM): bears usual lead to mauling

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:21:45 AM): hey, i never said i wouldn't maul you.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:21:54 AM): in fact, my mouth is foaming at the thought

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:25:28 AM): you smiled.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:25:33 AM): you had to have smiled at that.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:25:37 AM): and maybe gotten a little stiff.

PsychoPunkTiki (1:27:16 AM): unless I ripped my lower jaw off

PsychoPunkTiki (1:27:27 AM): there would be none smiling going on then

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:27:32 AM): JARID

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:27:34 AM): HOW OFFENSIVE

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:27:36 AM): I AM FUNNY

PsychoPunkTiki (1:28:44 AM): my ability to smile or not has nothing to do with my opinion of your amount of humor

PsychoPunkTiki (1:28:50 AM): I would literaly not be able to smile

PsychoPunkTiki (1:28:51 AM): ever

PsychoPunkTiki (1:29:11 AM): even under the most funny of circumstances

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:29:48 AM): but what if i only maul an arm?

PsychoPunkTiki (1:30:40 AM): well I said waht if I had ripped my jaw off

PsychoPunkTiki (1:30:49 AM): mauling one arm wouldn;t change my jaw missing

PsychoPunkTiki (1:30:54 AM): and leaving one arm

PsychoPunkTiki (1:31:02 AM): would leave me with one arm in roder to do it

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:31:16 AM): yeah but you'd look like a badass

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:31:20 AM): and you'd still have your pretty eyes

PsychoPunkTiki (1:32:27 AM): I think I like my arms

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (1:32:53 AM): okay, well. your jaw is still coming off, jarid.

And then, while talking about my blog...

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:06:17 AM): it's all venty and angsty and girly.

PsychoPunkTiki (2:07:29 AM): everyone needs a way to get shit out

PsychoPunkTiki (2:07:38 AM): cuz everyone gets angsty

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:07:50 AM): well, golly.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:09:21 AM): can we just date, jarid? i mean, the world MIGHT collapse in on itself, but hey.

PsychoPunkTiki (2:10:37 AM): I am not sure if dating is the best idea for me

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:11:01 AM): jarid, you disappoint me so much sometimes.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:11:16 AM): you can't just be like, "maybe when the next ice age rolls around, i'll think about it"

PsychoPunkTiki (2:11:54 AM): see I am disappointing and i would fail you in said relationship

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:12:05 AM): i'm gonna maul your arm off.

PsychoPunkTiki (2:13:52 AM): Dreams are clay and life is glass, without life we would be bored and dead, and we don't experience happiness... we remember it.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:14:08 AM): let's get married

PsychoPunkTiki (2:23:49 AM): sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

PsychoPunkTiki (2:23:59 AM): I kinda sorta have a live journal... too

PsychoPunkTiki (2:24:01 AM): if you want

PsychoPunkTiki (2:24:03 AM): eh...

PsychoPunkTiki (2:24:09 AM): I mostly use it for a community on it

PsychoPunkTiki (2:24:16 AM): I have never really posted a blog on it

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:24:21 AM): you should start.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:24:31 AM): i'd like to see what's inside that noggin of yours

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:24:32 AM): BUT JARID

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:24:36 AM): DO NOT MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:27:05 AM): haha, a lot of this is going into a post.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:27:14 AM): mostly because i am witty and you make me laugh.

PsychoPunkTiki (2:29:04 AM): damn I wish I was witty

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:29:14 AM): you ARE witty

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:29:20 AM): you're just more witty in person.

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:29:36 AM): it's okay. once your jaw and arm are gone, i can just snuggle you and life will be grand

PsychoPunkTiki (2:32:21 AM): I might kinda bleed to death all over you

PsychoPunkTiki (2:32:33 AM): unless you are some bad ass crossbreed of a bear and a flame thrower

PsychoPunkTiki (2:32:43 AM): and you can cauterize (sp?) my wounds

PsychoPunkTiki (2:32:54 AM): as you maul me

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:34:36 AM): y'know, as a matter of fact, i can.

PsychoPunkTiki (2:38:59 AM): before I dies

PsychoPunkTiki (2:39:10 AM): can we be friends on live journal?

PsychoPunkTiki (2:39:13 AM): not die

PsychoPunkTiki (2:39:16 AM): mutilated

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:39:21 AM): yeah. we can.

PsychoPunkTiki (2:40:09 AM): you mean my pre-mutilation wish

KiSsThEsTaRs8488 (2:40:38 AM): ...yeah. right.