okay. here's a quickie update.
i moved in with shane, my boyfriend, on aug 14. i transferred from the call center to a banking center 10 minutes away from our house. yes, house. he lives in a house all by himself, well, now we live together.
everything is going great. i'm happy. i'm extremely happy, deliriously crezy happy in a fat girls heaven! I get booty whenever I want, I don't have to worry about imposing on other people and i'm just generally fucking happy.
it's great being in a relationship with him and it's great having such support and love. this is like a dream that's too good to be true, but it's my reality. it's my fucking reality. shit. it's great.
today we're massively cleaning house. we always have our friends over, staying the night, having bbq's, watching tv all night, playing puter games all night and just generally having fun.
yesterday, eight of us went to this place to go shooting. we had two shotguns and a pistol. i'm skeet (is that how it's spelled?? i'm not sure..heh) shooting and i'm trying my best to hit those damn things, but it's not happening. lol. i fire a shot and then all i hear is, "EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR! RIGHT NOW!" i turn around and it's some kind of law enforcement guy.
i put the shotgun on the ground and walked over to where everyone was standing. it was a park ranger. he frisked us all, went through our bags, took all the ammo out of the fire arms and told us that we could all be arrested for firing them off where we were. apparently, we went to a place that didn't allow you to shoot sexy shotguns and sexy pistols. lol.
it was scary and exciting at the same time. we didn't get arrested, but the owners of the guns got them confescated and were given citations. they have to appear in court and pay a fine and all that good stuff. the last thing i needed was to be in jail. god, my parents...
speaking of, i told my parents that i moved in with shane and they both thought we were planning to get married and that i was pregnant. lol. crezy parental units. i told them a loud negative to both questions. i'm soo not ready to spawn little devils. lol.
anyway, i know i'm missing some stuff, i can't think right now and i have to get back to cleaning. blah. cleaning sucks.
later y'all.
2:23 p.m. - August 22, 2004
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