I had the oddest dream last night. I was apparently supposed to go into space in a tiny spaceship with two guys, but only for a couple of hours. We ended up not going, though, because our microscopic oxygen tank was left open. Then some guy (who looked exactly like the guy on a movie I'd watched right before bed) started groping me. It was very strange, the guy's like 45 or something. 'Twas fun though. BWAHAHA. Only kidding! ;)

I just got back from having dinner at my cousin's house. A bunch of relatives were there. I ate lots. Yummers. It sucks though, because I was doing a really good job of sticking to my diet. I refuse to stick with the majority and their sitting on the couch and gorging their fat little faces with various salty snacks. I'll rise above, dammit!

So Christmas is in a few days. It's a depressing thought. I think back to what has happened to me as a whole over the last 363 days, since last Christmas, and it's hard. I mean, so much has happened. So many tears, and so many times I've been terrified, nervous, embarrassed, everything. So much has happened. I don't want to go through all of that again. I wish I didn't have to. That's why Christmas can be a depressing time of year for me. It's almost like you look forward to it so much, then when it comes you can't fully enjoy it because you know it'll be gone soon and will take so long to come back. I've got a really crappy outlook, it seems.

I've revised my Christmas list! Here is is:
1. Eric Bischoff
2. Brock Lesnar
3. Randy Orton

Yep, that's all I want for Christmas. It would be really nice if they were wrapped up in a little bow. Or naked, oiled-down and writhing, whichever. Ooh. Wow, I can create the most delicious mental images ever. Just picture them!

Okay, I cannot get these images of them out of my head! Bad Crys! *slaps wrist* Since I cannot put together a coherent thought owing to my dirty thoughts involving chocolate syrup and my three potential gifts, so concludes this entry.

then + now