*snickers* I jsut made a whole beautiful post, gave away every single one of my secrets, and spoke out loud my hatreds... And then, in a moment of complete genius, I killed it! LMAO!!!

Well, for brief overview: The Meaning of Life is BS.
I still want Erik. Madly. Reminder to myself: Hang out no more... Forget.
Insanely jealous of Missa.
Isn't that enough secrets for one night? But, I feel better already. And I'm sure in the morning, after everyone reads this and asks me about it, I'll just go shoot myself with rock salt... Till I die. *smiles* Yes, I love late-night convos with my Blogger... Secrets always get out, and in the morning, I feel like I have the worst hangover- with the exception that no amount of medication could possibly make me feel better, though i suppose the way I've been feeling, maybe getting rid of baggage would be the best thing? *shrugs* If you don't like my shriek-its, shoot me. Just don't ask me about them.