Tonight I'm having a late night (like around 10:30) Thanksgiving Meal for my room mates and there is too much food for just the three of us, so if you want to join me, you should call Leslie and I at 415.626.2188
in case you haven't noticed I don't really post here much anymore. No this journal isn't going away. shit it's paid for up until next December, but I just don't feel like using it. SO if you want to continue to read mindless ramblings from yours truly then you should add faint_heart to your list.
I'll probably only use this journal for things few and far between.
I am dying. It's official. Tomorrow I'm being carted off to the hospital by my mommie. I love her. My head hurts. My cat My Black Momma (yes that is her name) died yesterday too. She was 9 years old, or mabye 10? Anyhow I'm sure I'll be the next to go.