My creativity level has hit ground zero. I haven't drawn in a month. Nor have I written, painted, sculpted anything... Ouch. I need new paints anyhow and an empty sketch book. I can use that as an excuse, right?

I talked to Mike for a bit today! Yeeehaaawww. He started on this guilt trip about how I moved away and left him. It made me cry. Then he called me a pussy girl and I had to laugh. My word, the things he can get away with. I've got to go visit his ass soon. I miss the him. Then again...he's been so distant lately that I'm beginning to wonder if he really has forgotten me. What am I saying? He was always distant till I broke down his defences... It's likely from not being able to talk to him as much. We used to talk from the time we woke up till one of us went to bed. He feels abandoned.. But, so do I. He could answer his phone more. Meh.

Am psyched about this whole concert. Adam's been good support for the past couple years. He saw me through the break up with Dennis.. stood by my side even when I talked about Mike a little (LOT) too much...We've laughed, we've cried, we've gotten drunk on the phone and made funny noises at our TVs. He's the awesome and I can't wait to see him. Half of me secretly hopes that I don't have a job till the beginning of August, just so I can spend more than the weekend with him. (Having a job that would let me take four or five days off would be even more amazing, but it's almost an impossibility...so boo for that.)

Haha, I tried calling an old friend/employer to make sure it was okay if I used her as a reference again and instead of her, I got "John Deere switch board operator, how may I help you?" and didn't understand the fast speech at first. I said "Um, may I speak with Karen?" And the condescending hussie repeated herself like I was some lower life form.

In talking to Grandma today about Anna and Daddy and my whole not having been raised here status, I've discovered some interesting things. I'm the one that was wanted. I at least feel better now that I know I was special to him. Bright and bubbly and outgoing and everything the other was not. Of course, the other treats me like I'm worthless. Now, I simply look at her and laugh. She'd be easy to feel sorry for if she weren't on her frikkin' high horse all the time. And, of course, the whole conversation brought up some deep issues with the maternals. Rah. Life is never fair. Just learn to live with it, I guess.

Grandma helped me make peanut butter fudge at midnight. That woman is amazing in so many ways. I need to make up a grocery list for things to bake with. We have no extract and no brown sugar. :(

Anna has Grand Assembly with her Rainbows group in a couple of weeks. It's about 150 miles from here and I do believe that if Grandma goes for the ceremony she intends to, I'll be driving. That's amazing. "I can't see you driving" still makes me grin.

I like this.

Aw, hope your creativity comes back. :(

Peanut butter fudge sounds way amazing right now....

Also I think the rabbit's name is Mashi Maro... I've seen the flash animations and they're... quite something...
» randomjunk on 2008-06-27 04:24:14

Augh! Fudge! I'd like to make some. I tried the packaged fudge kits, but it wasn't fudge... and it melted. :( Fudge doesn't do that.

I'm also not at all artistic. Oh well.
» ikimashokie on 2008-06-27 08:48:56

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