Canuckle Heads


I watched the game with Dave last night. It was wierd...sitting and talking and cheering with a living breathing, in-the-flesh person who had read my journal.

He read it for a week...he was going to tell me the last time we went out but he decided against it; he read and he didn't tell me.

We're clinched for a spot in the playoffs against L.A. San Jose had a shutout, helping us along the way.

THAT, my friend...was a great hockey game.


I have NEVER been so happy to get my period. I have a big conscience about it lately....if I were a divine being I would be playing tricks on my foolish mortals like that all the time. "That'll teach 'em." ..yeah. anyways. I woke up several times this morning with that disturbing thought...and then when I finally got out of bed, I was joyously ...uhh....menstrating.

How bout THAT for juicy secrets?

You know what. Dave basically has no strong scent. ..but usually the morning after we went out, I..alone in my bed can smell him. It's like he's in my hair, he's in my skin...he's on me. It's a little pleasing to be waking up to.

Fuck that guy is sexy. with a triple x and double purr. And don't forget the Simpsons style "hubba, hubba..eee-rr, eee-rr." hehe.

well. I'll write more later on. Day off ya know.


Fuck. My brother is a fucking asshole. Fuck his girlfriend too. Ugly bitch.

Nevermind.


godamnit i don't even know what i was going to write about anyways.

I am SO cross.

I wish my cousin a happy happy birthday....

...I also talked to Clara today. That was cool. Just seconds after I sent off an email to my notify list, she messaged me on messenger..

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