Dahmit. . . .
There's a freaking hurricane coming directly for us. Even though we're inland it can still do alot of damage. My composure is beginning to crack. Andy said "I'm not going to Baton Rouge because I don't want to call and here you say 'the roof was just torn off' " that sort of freaked me out. On top of that there will be two complete strangers and they're child here till the storm blows over. I know I'm being selfish but the kid is not even a year old yet. I hate small children. Hate. Yes. And they have some of the crapiest names I've ever heard. Blake, Janet, and Lacy. Lacy. Good Lord! On Friday night I'm going to be freaking out. Huddled in some corner surrounded by candles or something. It's like knowing your going to die tomorrow. You can't be happy because danger is so close and could take your life. Dahmit. I'm starting to get scared. I can feel my composure falling to peices. I might have an attack or something. I need to stop freaking myself out. I need a hug. Really bad. . . . . .TT__TT
 Ageha-kun · Thu Sep 22, 2005 @ 12:34am · 2 Comments |
