so it just occurred to me a few hours ago, but when i think of jim morrison, the same emotions/thoughts/feelings come over me as to when i think of ex-boyfriends.
disgusted and embarrassed.
is that weird?
p.s. i know how to spell weird, cause my mommy was called weird or rather wendy weirdo and for some reason that, "weird" stuck with me (maiden name was weir) so i learned. she was also called dumbo, but i just think that's absolutely adorable. i want a baby dumbo.
i plugged my tiny ass tv in last night and watched a bunch of movies (vhs). i have one that my mom taped on tv from 1985. it has sooo many good movies on it, like lambert the sheepish lion, mickey and the beanstalk, and dumbo, and others too. haha with all commercials included. i fuckin love it. ses makes fun of me, but i think it's rad. after watching it, i realize how many quotes erin and i say from those commercials 25 years ago.
i have to pee. eeeee eeeee. some people are too intense. sorry if i ever was (seriously). BUT i'm very thankful that i have 5 years back history with you all.
zoe tomorrow morning. brazillian on saturday. food 4life.
p.s. i am a snoopy and i am sorry. but now you know...
i know it has been awhile. i still have stupid stuff to say, but you see my laptop was stolen (from my house)- fucked up. in my pillow case... and he did fucked up shit. looked and touched my underwear. my (crotchless) panties- haha panties, not haha... sick... they were on my bed- i didn't put then there. uhg- i hate it. i hate him. that's why i learned to touch guns, i suppose. but yeah, that's why it has been sooo long since i have said/wrote anything. hopefully around the new year i will buy myself a new laptop.
still not working. still happy. really want to go to my ten year reunion in november... hmmm, going to my parents tomorrow with ses. gonna eat and do laundry and cuddle my babies.