I'm annoyed that my sister and her family are moving to G.R. It actually makes my heart ache slightly. And I mean ache in a bad way. Oh, and when I say annoyed...I mean really fucking pissed.

Also, I think I may have made a mistake when I left that whole thing for Paul. I meant what I said to him. I really did. However, the thought of not ever speaking to him again also makes my heart ache in a bad way. What is it with my damn heart these days?? It's sooo much easier just to never feel anything. Ever.

I've forgotten how therapeutic xanga-ing can be. Even just a little bit of it. I might have to start doing this on a regular basis.

I can't decide if I should give in to my gosh-darn desires and call him, or just let things go as they are. It will be easier down the road if I don't. Eventually I'll stop thinking about him and wanting to talk to him so much. I always do. If I call him and talk to him now, it'll only extend the recovery period by just that much more when we finally do stop talking again. Rawrrrr. Why must you be so frustrating, man?!

My sister is now six days overdue

For the birthing of baby number two.

Hooray...I wrote a poem.

My sister's having another boy. I sooooo called it. Apparantly I am super great at predicting the sexes of unborn babies.