I'm back. FROM MY EXPEDITION IN OZ!

[queenofzan]

REPENT! REPENT! FLOSS OFTEN!

AIIIIIIIRQUAAAAKE!

I am so gay. Gay for you!

Hee hee. Visa-versa.

There's a screen door on my submarine and I don't know why I'm drowning.

Incest! A COUCH!

I think we need to go play a violent game of Paintball. Or mini-golf. Whichever.

I'm not funny, I'm conceptually misunderstood.

And: I love you. I really do. Even though I cal you stupid all the time, and make it out to everyone else that you're a horrible person I'm ashamed to know and like, I'm not. I really love knowing you and I really miss hanging out with you and talking on the phone. This entry is pretty much all about you, even if you might not realize it. I don't know what I would do without you, or how I would have survived the last three years without knowing you were there if I needed you. So thanks. I miss you so much, and I laugh almost everytime I hear from you, and that's a very good thing. I know you've helped me get over some bad times, and I've done my best to do the same, and even if I hardly hear from you and we're thousands of miles apart, I don't feel like we're growing away from each other. And, as immature as you are, you've helped me mature, so maybe I was sapping all your maturity. Somehow, though, I doubt it, 'cause you matured (a little) while I wasn't paying attention. I really love you.

Comments

[thepookybear.livejournal.com]

True...she never stops talking about you two. Always with the references...every time we talk she mentions at least one of you at least one time.

[queenofzan.livejournal.com]

I DO NOT. For example, this afternoon while I was waiting for the bus, I didn't mention either of them.

Yesterday while texting I didn't mention either of them.

(Let's just ignore the fact that I considered it and was thinking about them.)