I saw this:

“No we are getting a divorce.”

I didn’t know for sure if she meant that they are NOT getting a divorce because she is a REAL messy writer.

Then she wrote this:

“Its just not gona work right now… we dont even have a real marriage… we never lived together or anything… I need to go see Grandmom to i havent seen that side of the family in a year next month… remember i have to split see’ing everyone… I cant just go to houston everytime…”

At least she separated the sentences. Well, all but one. She usually doesn’t even do that.

I am just being nosy. I don’t really care or anything. It’s just so funny that they talk about EVERYTHING in myspace comments.

She is in the Army and has lived in Japan for a long time. Even when they both lived here, they didn’t live together. I asked him why he wasn’t in Japan with her once, but I forget what he said. I know he said he’s not even going to move to Japan when he gets out of the Navy, which is next month.

Her mom took him off of her myspace.

I don’t USUALLY care about other people’s business, but it’s the whole business on myspace thing again.

I knew she wouldn’t do it. She said it was probably the guy that cuts the grass. I really think it was him now. That’s what I said before. I said hi to him like two times, and he just ignored me. What a fucking asshole. I have it out for him now. Grrrr. Who does he think he is??? He doesn’t own this fucking place. If you have a problem, go to the landlord. He obviously did, and I had been picking up everything since then, way before he left that nasty note on my door.

I picked up that dog crap from the yard. It was not my dogs’, but it was from a small dog, so I would have got blamed for it. I am pretty sure it was not from my dogs. I went through the yard when I got that note on my door, and there was no crap, and I’ve picked up everything since then. So whatever. I guess I’ll drop it now. I was just upset that I thought it may be her. Anyone else I could give two fucks about. I’ll pick it up now. The worst animal control (or whoever deals with it) could do it give me a fine. I just love my dogs so much, so I was so upset about that threat. I still hope he got that note on the door though. It disappeared real fast. I said less than a half hour, but it was probably more like less than 15 minutes. Maybe it was some random person, or maybe he was checking my door to see if I got his note yet.

I feel like going off on him so bad. I don’t know if I’ll have the guts to do it, but I am thinking about saying something to him next time I see him. FUCKING ASSHOLE.

I feel a little better today. I’ll probably go to my parent’s and bring the stuff over that my aunt bought them. My aunt bought me a little statue from Rio De Janeiro, and I set it on my TV stand. My cat knocked it down, and Andy chewed on it. I got a Niagara Falls t-shirt,a key chain, and a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt. She paid for it all and insisted. I felt bad because she spent a lot of money on me. She paid for everyone to go bowling, like 7 or 8 people. She paid for food for everyone a few times. Ewww there’s this place called Anderson’s there, it’s a popular ice cream place, and I had mashed potatoes from there, and they were SOOOOOO nasty. They did not even taste ANYTHING like mashed potatoes. They tasted like freaking dog food. I was starving, as usual, but I could not even eat them. They were saying maybe they are instant mashed potatoes. I have had instant mashed potatoes before, and they are 100 times better than that crap.

People in New York are freaking crazy, or maybe it’s just my family. It was 40-50 degrees out, and they had the windows open and AC on in the car. I was freezing my ass off the whole entire time I was there. It was sooooooooooo cold.

I am losing weight in my boobs. My new bras are getting too big on me. I am also getting rashes under my boobs, which is one reason they give people who have had weight loss surgery boob jobs.

I thought about putting a stake in the yard with a sign on it next to the poop. It would say something like it’s not my dog’s. I am crazy like that. I wouldn’t do it, it’s just another one of those thoughts that sounds good in my head. I’m going to ask nosy bitch if she left the note next time I see her. I would think she would have told me herself, as outspoken as she is. I don’t think she would have threatened me like that either. We talk all the time, and she is really nice to me, and she knows a lot about how I get depressed and stuff like that since she works in mental health. She works at the local looney bin. I would just really like to know if it was her or not. I like her, and it would hurt if it was her because I know her better than anybody here. I know it wouldn’t be the guy that has a crush on me, and I know it wouldn’t be the girl that came crying at my door drunk off her ass once. I need to stop obsessing about it, but I make a big deal out of everything. That’s one thing Andrew hated about me, I can never just drop anything. He got real pissed when I said all that mean shit about Jenn. He would always throw it in my face when I wouldn’t drop something. “It’s just like that one time when you did that online.”

I don’t know most of my neighbors. I have never even seen most of them. According to my calculations, there’s only about 30 apartments here, and it’s all one building. I only know who about 6 or 7 of them are. Everybody basically minds their own business. Nobody parties or causes any trouble. Most of the people are older. Not old, but not teenagers or even in their 20s. I was told by one of my neighbors that I had never even seen before that we are not allowed to have dogs here. My landlord must be telling people that now. He definitely knows about my dogs. He never told me anything like that when I moved in, that I can remember, but I also didn’t ask him if I could have dogs. I just got my dogs, and he never said anything to me about it. He is really nice. Emily lived here for a few months, and she hated him. He is so nice to me though. I’ve heard people complain about him. Nosy bitch complains about him.

I am so hungry. All I’ve had is two crackers today. I am going to call my surgeon’s office now.

Also, I am SO horrible about returning comments, even on my favorite blogs. I have no motivation to do anything

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God, appointments doesn’t even answer the phone. They make me leave a message, and it takes me to the same person that I left a message for TWO days ago. They usually have their act way together. Maybe it’s because they just moved to the hospital. They need to freaking call me back. I told them that I can’t eat.

They freaking never called me back about getting some liquid taken out of my band, and I was too miserable to call or even care. I am SO dreading driving to Norfolk General to see my surgeon. It makes me not even want to go. I don’t know why, but one of my biggest fears is getting lost, and I have absolutely NO sense of direction. Christy and others that haven’t lived here that long know this area better than me. I know how to get to a few places, and that’s it. I have lived here all my life, so I have NO clue why. I hate driving to other cities because the interstate is so confusing. I make all of my friends drive when I am with them, even if we are in my car. Stupid GPS had to get stolen I should just buy a new one, but it pisses me off so bad. I should just keep it in here until I need it. I know I may forget it, and I’m sure it will get stolen again. I don’t even listen to my iPod in my car anymore because I am scared I’ll forget to bring it in. Stupid theaves. It’s so freaking wrong.

I am still very pissed over that note on my door. I haven’t seen any of my neighbors outside, and I plan on not saying hi to any of them because they all are suspects. Except for maybe 2 people who I know would not do it. I am wondering if it’s the guy who cuts the grass because he stopped being so friendly to me, but he seemed so nice and kind of dumb and redneck-ish, but it’s not like I really know him. I should have saved the note. You really couldn’t tell if it was a mans or womans handwriting. Probably more of a womans because men write messy, but not always, so I don’t know. I was thinking I should have kept it in case something happened. I’m sure I am just paranoid, but I was thinking someone could be evil and call animal control and say my dogs bit them or something to get me in trouble and my dogs possibly taken away. It was a fucking rude ass note, so who knows. I am a VERY forgiving person, but I would go off on them. I will be pissed off about this for a LONG time, if not forever.

I don’t think I want a tattoo anymore. It seems like a waste of money. I don’t know why I am being so cheap lately. I usually spend money like crazy and don’t think twice about it. It’s probably that I am not fixated on buying anything right now. When I want something it’s the end of the world if I can’t have it. I wish I could be content with what I have and small things in life. Sometimes I think “well at least I have two legs, two arms and am healthy.” I try to think positive sometimes.

I am getting so much freaking spam from sites I am a member of, such as stickam, drugstore.com and the lap-band forum, no matter how many times I try to unsubscribe. Drugstore.com says I have no subscriptions. It’s been happening for months. I hate spam. I get pissed off if I get one spam email. Mostly because I don’t erase any of my email since gmail is so great, and it goes into my archives, and my computer makes a noise when I get a new email. It’s so weird, but every time I hear my computer go “mail call”, it reminds me of Randy because of how much we used to talk, and 99% of the time when it did that it was from Randy. I just started using my desktop again, and I couldn’t use the sound when I was on my Mac, so it reminds me of the old days. It’s kind of sad and depressing because I don’t like thinking of those old days with Andrew. Maybe it’s this way with everyone, but lots of things remind me of my past. Stuff like perfume and everything. I don’t like it. Thinking of any of my past is painful, even though I had great parents and all. I would not live my life over. That would be the worst hell. My whole life has been a struggle. I struggle to make it through each day without going insane. I don’t want to get old, but I still wouldn’t live my life over. I have been through HARD times, and only because I am bipolar and cause them myself. I am most definitely my own worst enemy.

I lost 2 pounds when I was in NY. That’s all.

I am the kind of person that will do the the opposite of what you tell me to do because I hate being told what to do. I want to live my dogs crap out there all day long, just to piss them off. I’ve been putting the poop bag in my pocket, so in case they see me, they will think that I have nothing to pick it up with.

New York was cool. I mean, it’s wasn’t all that great, but it was good to get away and see family. It’s a small town blocks from Buffalo. The economy is so bad. They closed down a lot of fun things you used to be able to do there. There’s no jobs, from what I hear. It’s like a poor place compared to Virginia Beach. Houses that cost $500,000 there would probably cost $1,000,000 here. There’s barely any traffic. It takes a few minutes to get from one city to the next. It’s depressing there, which my mom always told me. I’ve been there and to Niagara Falls before, but not since I was a teenager.

My aunt showed me the high school my grandfather (my birth father’s dad) was the principal of and they all went to. Kind of funny, my mom married her principals son, and that he turned out to be a crack head. I almost spelled that “principle”, but I remembered the principal is your pal lol. My dad’s family lives somewhere up there in NY. I don’t talk to them. We just kind of lost touch. I saw them last when I was 13, and that’s the last time I talked to them. They are EXTREMELY religious. My mom’s family is too, but no where near the degree they are. My uncle (dad’s brother) used to read the Bible to me.

I hate flying. Taking off scares me the most. Every time something happens, I think we’re going to crash. Every time we slow down, speed up, tilt, go higher, go lower, the vibrations stop, the vibrations start, the engines or whatever stop making a noise. If we hit turbulence, I’d be the one screaming “we’re all going to die!”

My parents apparently spent all weekend with Christy and her family. My dad went to some NASCAR race with her dad in Richmond on Saturday. They didn’t get home until 4am! Christy just called me freaking out because she doesn’t know if she left her purse over my mom’s, and my mom is in bed and not answering. She would definitely lose her head if it wasn’t attached. She constantly loses stuff. Maybe it’s because she has kids and works a lot. My mom got a myspace (embarrassing), and Christy put her on her top 8 lol. She’s not even on mine or my brother’s top 8. I feel bad because I treat her so badly, and I do love her SOOOO much. She’s the only person in this world that I could not live without… literally. My brother doesn’t treat her bad. I tried hard today to be nice to her because I don’t want her to die/be dying and think of how I treated her bad. I want her to know how much I love her.

I feel like I am going to faint, really weak, my heart is beating fast again, I’m shaky, and I feel light headed.

I don’t think it’s a panic attack because I was upset about nothing. Unless all the the sudden I am getting panic attacks for no reason, which I doubt since I’ve had 2 in my life when I was a teenager. I definitely had a panic attack a few weeks ago, and I don’t know what happened when I called the ambulance. I am not going to call an ambulance again. Hopefully it will go away, and if it doesn’t, I’ll call my mom.

I think the pain in my stomach is going away now.

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It went away, and I left a message for my doctor’s nurse to call me so I can get some liquid taken out of my band. The first appointment he has is on the 7th, so I may have to see another doctor or something.

There was no fucking shit in the yard. I went through it, and I have been picking up my dog’s shit, and my mom did while she was gone.

I have never had one problem with my fucking neighbors in the 6 years I have lived here. I am dying to know who it was.

Less than a half hour after I posted them on my door, they are gone. I have no clue who took them down, but I hope it was the person that left the note. I hope they complain to my landlord, so I know they are the ones that got the note. My landlord loves me more than anybody here, and he bends over backwards for me. He won’t give a fuck. It’s not like I said something threatening anyways.

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I hope it wasn’t my nosy ass neighbor. She sees everything. She knows shit that happens all the time. I swear she has cameras around here or something. She is really nice to me, and she is at work, so she couldn’t have removed them. I don’t want her mad at me because she is a major bitch.

Most people in this world have no clue what a bitch I can be. I am very polite and shy when I meet people. Only people that know me real well know how I can be. I guess they know now.

My apartment was a fucking mess when I walked in the door. The coffee table was moved across the room. Maybe they were playing RockBand or something and needed the drums, if not, I have no fucking clue why. My AC was on full blast and it was fucking freezing in here, and it still is. My TV was on and the volume was up way high. There was dog piss EVERYWHERE.

I’m sure my cousin (that my mom adopted) was taking the dogs out, and she is a lazy fat fuck. I bet she didn’t pick up the dog shit outside like I told her to do. I just got yelled at by my landlord before I left about doing that. My mom said my cousin cleaned the kitchen. Reallyyyyyyyyy????????? It’s fucking disgusting. Shit all over the counter, crumbs, receipts, dirty marks on the floor like liquid was spilled. She is seriously one LAZY ass bitch. She doesn’t do anything right. Not that I expected her to clean, but if you’re going to say you did, at least do it right.

Like when she stays the night, Andy will jump out of the bed because she is awake, and he needs to go out as soon as he wakes up. Well, she lets him piss and shit on the floor instead of taking him out when I am sleeping. My dogs are not perfect, but they will not piss and shit if you take them out like you are supposed to.

There’s this girl… I don’t know her URL, not that I would say. I’ve seen her avatar on flickr and twitter, and she is ugly. Ugly people should not make ugly faces. I think most people in this world are pretty or at least average looking, but some people’s looks annoy the fuck out of me. And it’s not that they are hideous or anything, just something about them drives me crazy.

Speaking of ugly people… my cousin in NY is fat, ugly, and has a horrible personality, and her fiance is HOT! My aunt always says she is witty. I didn’t see an ounce of wit. I remember she stayed with us for a little while when I was like 19, and she annoyed the fuck out of me then. We went to a gay bar together, and she was so embarrassing.

I love my aunt though, and my cousin that is schizophrenic and has a learning disability. Oh, I love my uncle too. I love my other cousin that came here twice last summer. She is funny, full figured, and still pretty. She was a little annoying, but not too bad. My aunt totally spoils me. She spoils her whole family. Other than that, my aunt and mom don’t talk to any other family they have, and they have a huge family.

I am such a bitch, I know. I am not claiming I am perfect.

Can you tell I am in a bad mood? I would have been fine if my apartment wasn’t a mess. I am not too tired.

My cousin (that my mom adopted) has been coming here. I know she was a while ago, but I think my mom may have discovered my site also, so guess whose IP I am about to ban. They’ll be too stupid to use a proxy, and they probably won’t even figure out they are banned. Oh yeah… I guess I should take out the custom forbidden page.

Anyways, the reason I almost lost it: I got up there at 2:30am. I was asked a million questions by the nurse, and this new nurse got there at 3am. When everything was done I asked if I could call my mom to let her know I was there. The nurse that was leaving said yes, but to ask the other nurse. THAT BITCH SAID NO. I immediately started crying, and I told her that I have dogs. She said no, so I went into my room crying, and then I came out and said that I wanted to check myself out right now. She said it may take until 6am. I said that was fine and went in my room. Then they came in and asked if I would stay if they let me call my mom, and I said yes.

Then I called my mom, and I told them I want to get checked out anyways. So she called the man that admitted me, and he said they would TDO (temporary detaining order) me. Petition the court do demand I stay there for 2 days. Grrrr. So I threatened them. I said “I am hungry, and you don’t have food I can eat. I have a medical condition, and if you don’t feed my ass, I’ll sue you.” Haha. So he asked if I could eat chili or mashed potatoes, and I said yes.

So this is what REALLY pissed me off. This nice man goes and gets me some food. There’s two trays of food. There’s stuff in them, but one has chili, and one has mashed potatoes. I go to eat it, and it’s cold. So I ask the man if they have a microwave. He says yes. So the nurse said “which one do you want?” I told her both because I can only eat one thing from each of them. She said “PICK ONE!” So I said the chili and cried some more. Then he warmed it up. He gave it to me, and I wanted to throw it in her fucking face so bad. But I knew if I did, I’d probably be charged with assault and go to jail. So I ate it, and threw it up, of course. I called her a bitch. She said “excuse me?” I said “nothing.”

I was telling the people that work there what happened, the next day. They gave me a complaint form to fill out, and it will go in her record. Everyone else that worked there was really nice.

The people up there weren’t even all that crazy, that I could tell. Everyone seemed perfectly normal, except for this one lady who talked to herself 24/7, and you couldn’t understand a word she was saying. I thought it was funny though. I really do love crazy people.

My doctor let me out this morning. My doctor that I have on the outside came to see me in there. I ate yogurt and drank Ensure while I was there.

I really did mean to go get some liquid taken out of my band before I leave tomorrow morning. Everything just happened so quickly. Now I have to suffer. It seems like it is getting worse and not better.

I have to wake up at 4am I hope I can fall asleep, and I hope I don’t wake up in the middle on the night. I am going to Niagara Falls tomorrow. It’s minutes from where my aunt lives. It’s supposed to rain though Should I not use my camera in the rain? That’s probably a dumb question.

Ummmm Andrew called me today and accused me of calling him from a private number and hanging up on him all day yesterday and at 5am this morning. I SWEAR TO GOD IT WAS NOT ME!!!!!!! If I wanted to call him, I wouldn’t block my number. I never block my number when I call anyone. I know that I can do some pretty immature things, but I don’t block my number, call people, and hang up on them. That is very immature. I am pretty sure I went to bed at 4:30am last night after I got home from the hospital. My phone was dead when I was in the hospital. It’s not like I can prove it, but I DIDN’T! I told him that is I wanted to fuck with him, I’d change the caller ID number. I do wonder who it was though. He doesn’t have any friends or anything. I was the only one that called him. It does look kind of suspicious that I was awake at like 4:30am, but it wasssssssss notttttttttt meeeeeeee! Who cares. I just hate being accused of something I didn’t do.

I have been depressed. I don’t know what’s wrong. I should be happy. I just haven’t been feeling right, like I said. I cried a lot today. I don’t feel anywhere as bad as last night though. I was kind of depressed last night, but I was feeling really weird. I don’t know if it has to do with my potassium or bipolar. I don’t know if I had an anxiety attack last night. If I did, it was a real weird one, only lasting 2 minutes. I actually tweeted that I was thirsty and I couldn’t get out of bed to get something to drink. It never showed up for some reason. Then I was tweeting that I didn’t feel good, and before I could hit submit, that is when I had to call 911.

I had an anxiety attack a couple weeks ago. I never posted about it, but I said something about it on twitter. I don’t know why all of the sudden I am feeling this way. I have been extremely depressed before. So depressed that I could not talk to anyone and thought about checking myself into a mental institution. I don’t know why all of the sudden I am having anxiety attacks. I’ve had 2 my whole life, and I was a teenager when I had them. If last night was one, it wasn’t that bad. The one I had a few weeks ago wasn’t bad either. It was like 15 minutes long, and all I did was cry, freak out a little, and my hands and feet were tingling.

I don’t know if it has something to do with me not eating or what. I bought bananas today for electrolytes. I threw it up. I bought light Gatorade with electrolytes and some yogurt. All I’ve had today is almost a glass of Gatorade, 4 crackers that I threw up, and the banana I threw up. I think I need to go get some liquid taken out of my band. Now I just don’t want to drive to Norfolk General Hospital. It’s so confusing. But yeah, I’ll go. I’ll call tomorrow. It’s hard getting your protein and 64 ounces of water.

I don’t feel so god right now. I am also wondering if it’s my anti-psychotic that is making me feel this way. Man, I feel like shit.

My cell phone went dead at the hospital last night They had wifi. The only person I called was Steve because I knew he was awake. I talked to my mom today, and she told me I should of called her. I didn’t want to ruin her whole day today because she would have insisted on coming there, and she would have been up all night. It was no big deal. The really bad part lasted about 2 minutes.

On the phone with 911, I was like “if something happens to me, I had weight loss surgery, lap-band.” I thought something was going to happen, and if they need to stick a tube down in my stomach, they need to use a scope.

I feel like such a baby, but it was horrible. It was even happening when I was at the ER when I was lying down. I felt like I was going to pass out. I have been feeling that way a lot. The nurse at the ER said she sees it all the time with people who have had weight loss surgery.

Well, I guess I am going to go to the grocery store and stock up on some food with potassium. The bariatric coordinator said that the multi vitamin is not enough.

Two minutes after I felt like complete shit, it went away, but I still did not feel good. I called 911 the moment I felt that way because I was sure I was going to become unconscious or faint. I was feeling like shit, so I ran to my front door to unlock it in case something did happen to me.

The fire truck got here first, and they used their damn sirens and everything. I didn’t see any of my neighbors outside, thank God. They took my vitals, and everything was fine. They tested my blood sugar, and it was normal. They asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital, and I said no if nothing is wrong with me. They said they can’t determine that. The ambulance came and I got in it and they took me to the ER.

I was mostly fine, so I had to wait in the waiting room, and I didn’t wait for as long as I expected.

There was a TV in my room, thank God. I was there for about 5 hours. It was freezing in there. They gave me chest x-rays, an EKG and took blood, and I peed in a cup.

My potassium levels were very low.

Symptoms of low potassium:

* Weakness, tiredness, or cramping in arm or leg muscles, sometimes severe enough to cause inability to move arms or legs due to weakness (much like a paralysis)

* Tingling or numbness

* Nausea or vomiting

* Abdominal cramping, bloating

* Constipation

* Palpitations (feeling your heart beat irregularly)

* Passing large amounts of urine or feeling very thirsty most of the time

* Fainting due to low blood pressure

* Abnormal psychological behavior: depression, psychosis, delirium, confusion, or hallucinations.

I have a few of those, but I have the abnormal psychological behavior bad. I’ve been thinking really weird things, like I said. I feel out of touch with reality. I’ve been very confused, and it’s hard to get my point across to people. I forget the correct words to use. I have 3 blog drafts saved, and I never posted them because they didn’t make sense to me. I mostly ramble on when I am leaving someone a voicemail because I can’t seem to get my point across and I get confused. I am obsessing over stuff. There’s a few things I can’t get out of my head for more than 3 minutes at a time.

I don’t believe it was because I am bipolar. I have had anxiety attacks, depression, and everything that goes a long with being bipolar. I have never felt this way before.

I was so thirsty too, and I couldn’t get out of bed to get something to drink. I thought about falling asleep and not feeding Frenchie. I forced myself to do that, and I had to sit down to open the can of food and put it on her plate.

I hope things get better. I have been feeling this way for about a week now. I was kind of grumpy when Steve was here.

I haven’t been taking the Adderall. I took it two times.

I took a cab home from the hospital. I didn’t want to call and wake anybody up.

This was not the hypochondriac me. I don’t like hospitals. You are there for hours and hours. I really thought I was going to pass out and possibly not wake up. I know when you faint, though, you immediately wake up the second you hit the floor. That’s what happened to me, and I’ve heard that. If you don’t wake up, you probably have something else going on. I was scared about not waking up. Plus I felt like I was going to faint in bed.

I still feel shitty. I am going to try to sleep now.

I’ve heard that you can feel your port when you lose a lot of weight. I guess my doctor could always feel mine, if he pressed hard. I can now feel it when I am standing up. It just feels like something hard under your skin.

I had scrambled eggs this afternoon at ihop. They got stuck, then Steve, my cousin and I went to the mall. I had to get rid of the eggs in the mall bathroom. It had been a little while since I ate them, but they were not going down.

I had sushi last night (Saturday), and I threw up every bit of that.

Steve is driving me crazy with his freaking Wii. The games that he plays are fucking stupid. He bought 4 new ones. Wario (sp?) Brothers is one of them, and that is stupid. They are just retarded. I like bowling the best. He never wants to play, probably because he sucks at it. It’s one of the few games I can beat him playing, every single time. Mario Party 8, that’s stupid too. I just don’t like video games that much, I guess. The sports ones are so fun though. Minus the boxing one, because that is hard as shit to do. It wears you out. Lots of the games wear you out. I guess it’s good exercise. How much you wanna bet that he doesn’t talk to me when he gets home because he is addicted to it. He’s an old fart too. He can’t keep up with me.

The controllers have a gel padding around them, which is good since I slammed it into my lamp while playing baseball. I want one so bad now!!! I was totally going to buy one for my mom, but Steve took the last one.

My parents bought new a Jeep Liberty today. It’s really nice. I got to drive it, but the street noise is kind of loud, and it is in my car too. It has so much stuff. Bluetooth, GPS, laptop hookups and ipod, satellite radio. I am jealous The brought home a Mustang for 2 days, but they decided they are too old for one. I got to drive that too, and it was fast. I wish they would buy me a new car. My mom will never put anything of mine on her credit though. They told her her score when she bought the Jeep, and it was 5 or 3 points below perfect (I forget).

I have taken over double my medication, and I still can’t sleep. I just took some more again, so hopefully I will be able to. I don’t know why I am having problems sleeping… again. Probably Steve’s liht snoring

Damn, I can hear the birds chirping. I guess I’ll try to sleep again. I’m sure Steve will wake me up all early (12pm lol). I have been taking extra medicine every night, and I sleep for a long time.

That’s the second thing in 2 days!!!!!!!!