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I'm only writing this because I'm bored, it's almost 3 in the morning, and I just read all of my old entries. A lot of time has passed since the last time I wrote a journal entry. I'm 22 now, my grammar is better and so is my spelling. I've only had 2 boyfriends after Oleg. First Joe, now Desmond. Desi and I will have been together for 4 years on March 20, 2014. I love him so much, I can't even begin to write about it. It would probably make a lot of people gag, it's so cheesey, but I love it. Holy crap I am so tired. I have a baby brother now, he just turned 2 on November 11th. I have to babysit him in the morning so I should probably go to bed but I don't want to just yet. I feel like typing out more thoughts. My mom is pregnant again, this time with a baby girl, and she's due any day now. I'm hoping to move out soon with Desmond, and after my credit card is paid off I will start saving up for furniture. I have 9 cats, and I still have my stupid shih tzu, Spike. Mushroom, Isabelle, Buffy, Sophia, Dottie, Ditto, Spencer, Oliver, and Hamilton. Those are the names of my cats. Cats are wonderful. I freaking love cats. Sometimes I google pictures of cats, and I start to cry a little because it gets so overwhelming to look at them. I am so damn tired. I read a lot of books, in fact I'm never not currently reading something. Right now I am reading a book called The Naming by Alison Croggon. It's not bad so far. If I ever finish all of the books in my read and reread list, I don't know what's going to happen because I'm always reading something. What if I run out of books? I hope that never happens... I still work at a grocery store called Marc's. It makes me want to kill myself, but every time I'm really considering putting in my 2 weeks, something good happens. For example, I just recently got a raise. Go me! Before I started writing this I was looking at my old friends profiles and reading their old posts. It's weird seeing all that stuff, it happened so many years ago, I can't even remember half the things they/I posted. Two of them are still my very dearest and closest of friends, the other one I was viewing is a horrible person and I hate him. (His name is Adam for future me reading this and wondering who I was talking about.) I don't think I have anything else to write about. And if the person who is reading this, isn't me, and some how, by some strange chance, managed to find this entry, good for you! You're good at digging for meaningless journal entries! But go ahead and leave a comment if you did read this, I'm curious as to who even reads these things anymore. Cats. That is all, goodnight.
 avocatoe · Tue Dec 03, 2013 @ 07:53am · 1 Comments |
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