Meg Almighty

I'm in the middle of dying a little purple streak into my hair.

I'm totally being hit on by an Attorney at work (there's some pride there, I won't deny it.)

I really want a nice, hard, stiff.... drink.

We had the marriage talk with Mums and Dad last night, and fought like George Bush with a big word all the way home. We're good now, as usual.

Postsecrets.com updated early this week, a sign God loves me and wants me to be sappy.

I miss my bestest boyfriends David and Jeremy.

I'm starting to hate the people nearest to me. (Not closest, but nearest. Mrs. Pantsless McAssSweat is a Enemy Number One.)

I miss Ricky, a.k.a. "Uncle Molesty." I haven't been to the bar in a week, PLUS I'm getting low on spare change. I had to pay for my own tolls yesterday, for the first time in months.

If I were any member of an Elizabethan royal court, I'd want to be the Holy Fool.

(google it, beyotches.)