hi. im ok now. i think. my family has just painted my parents interior walls these horrendous fugly colors and im quite upset about that... not kidding. fugly. fugly. i've said the word ridiculous in regards to the whole thing many many times today.

michael's a good boyfriend this week because... he keeps me calm when he knows that all i want to do is throw down a b.f. .... & he did some of my laundry, so it smells good & when I smell my clothes when I put them on they remind me of when he did my laundry.

yes. i'm grammatically incorrect. im delirious. i think i wish i celebrated cinco de mayo. sorry. i know i'm not making much sense.

what was wrong before... lots of... well... moodiness, basically. very very moody. tempermental... unbalanced... moody.

tired now. sorry for the confusing jumbled up post. i have two finals this week, one last day of work... probably two video reviews... & i have a keith urban ringtone. fantabulous. AND there's a very good chance that i will get rascal flatts concert tickets for july. and that is just simply FANTASTIC.

i hate that reality shows are keeping people on for drama, not because they do what they're supposed to do better than other people. not fair.

goodnight.