Stupid...happiness. Can't write anymore, can't be creative AT ALL anymore (except, of course, in coming up with new and brilliant ways to confuse the HELL out of the boyfriend).

No wonder Van Gogh chopped off his ear lobe.

Anyone who pays any attention at all to this account can expect very little to be posted until after he breaks up with me, assuming that happens. And at that point, there will be lots and lots of angry.
There's a poem that may or may not make it on here. It's gonna be the 1 year anniversary present. It's cheesy, but DAMN good for an acrostic. I normally hate acrostics, because it's so impossible to make them a tolerable level of cheesy. Most acrostics are like bowls of melted velveeta. This one's more like a block of mild cheddar.

More DEVASTATING news. I've been informed that McDonald's is PRO-GAY and as such must be boycotted. Personally, I want to know 1) how the hell a FAST FOOD CHAIN is "pro-gay" and 2) Why this makes a difference. I'm pretty sure those quarter pounders are still damn tasty. On the other hand, I can see how it would be painfully awkward to listen to Grimace go on and on and on about how he can no longer go to any of Birdie's parties anymore because he walked in on Ronald and The Hamburglar making out like horny teenagers in the coat closet.

But seriously, now I want fries.