Sainthood...

...doesn't that require a miracle? If The Daddler ever says something is great, wonderful, or just plain ole' good, as opposed to "pretty good", please nominate me.

i swear, he makes me crazy.

I'm sick of this shit. Good thing about Good House is that I have the whole upstairs to myself. And The D doesn't venture up. Also, I can play my angst-ridden cd's as loud as I want, do my stupid dancing around to them, or talk trash with FF, and I don't worry about The D one bit.

Or play Evanescence and get all Emo and try to duplicate Amy Lee eyeliner.

Sleep naked. I still keep a robe at the foot of my bed in case of a fire.

Practice my guitar. I have three chords and I can play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star with fewer than five mistakes. FF was very transparent when he asked me if I'd had musical training after I surprised him with it. He must've wanted in my pants.

Men. Hard to believe that I'll be hangin' wid dude in a couple days. Let's hope he measures up. Because he's not the only game in town. But at the moment, he's my favorite...