downloading so much destiny’s child/working on my illest dance moves

“with me tonight” by the used never ever ever ever gets old. i could listen to this shit for days

i think i should go to therapy. or be on medication. but i really hate therapy. and i’m really against medication (for me). maybe i should just drink more. and start smoking lots of pot again. actually i think what i need is 1) a craft room/time to craft 2) friends that are around

also my husband and i still don’t have sex and i’m pretty sick of it. he and i are going away together for our anniversary so it’ll probably happen, but i’m sure it’ll be terrible and irritating..so..that’s..cool.

i need to sleep with he who shall not be named/hot girls/someone who can help me achieve an orgasm that is not self induced

fucking friday nights

just caught myself saying “i hate when the maids flip the toilet paper just so they can turn it into a rose”

i really need to go do some missionary work in some third world country or something

but seriously… toilet paper should go under, not over. amirite?