We have a good shot

It's all come full circle.

I'm back in Marianna, the suicide capital of the world. At least that's what it feels like. It seems isolated, but at least Brenna and Cafrine are here to help keep sanity. Or add to it.

Panama City Beach tomorrow for the week. Hopefully I won't get nose leprosy from being in the sun so much. Lord knows I need to get my base burn before my dance class on the 24th, which is ironically when my Orientation is as well. Looking forward/scared of that day. But let's take it one step at a time.

I wish I had a sweet Stanley Cup finals beard. Effin' a.

I can feel your heart

John 13:27-
As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered him. Jesus said to him, "The thing that you will do....do it quickly."

Sluuuuuuuuuuuut.

Today and tonight re-asserted my newly found love for some of humanity....and then dumped it in the toilet for the rest of it. Not a lot can make you feel love like having best friends around you.

I have also realized, since becoming a hermit, that staying out after sunset almost seems irresponsible to me. [It's] Kind of sad that I consider getting home at 10 to be marginally late.


And I'm a flirt. Eff yes.



Also, two things I really want to get for my birthday as of this very moment:

It's pretty tacky, though.

I grew out of the whole "ooh, he's in a band, he's cute; I wanna talk to him" and the consequential bragging before I turned 17.

Pretty sure everyone else in the universe needs to follow suit.


I have 8 books and 11 Morning Star journals to read. :)