Some say love is not for sinners...

...I believe that isn't true...because when I was finished sinning love came down and showed me you..


Well, if you want, you can quit your shitty Wal Mart job, and come home and eat my food Cindy. I'm okay with that. I'll even make you dinner a few nights. Yum!

Anyway, things lately have been going steadily down hill. Nick and I began screaming at each other in his car. It started so innocent, too, that's almost the sad part. We had just dropped my car off and were going to the bank, and I asked if he had checked the mail lately.
Did you know that was my job? Hmm, neither did I. I didn't realize I was the only person physically capable of walking downstairs, putting a key into a lock, turning it, AND TAKING OUT THE DAMN MAIL. But apparently I am. So that started that fight, which went into the fight about why he told Dobbs they could spend all night working on my car when he KNEW I had made plans (Bailing on his sisters birthday dinner, oh darn.), and then the fight about basically how we hate eachother.
It makes me sad, because he has to know that this thing we've got going on his is basically beaten dead. I don't think he will let himself believe that. I'm giving him so more time to figure it out, but I don't think I'll stay here for 14 months...he gave me a good out, I might take it in a few.

So, RPing, Cindy? Would you be interested in doing that again, like we did with Finan and Pete and such? I told Ryan you would..so don't make me be a liar ho.

New Twilight pictures from the set in Italy. I about died, it looks so perfect. I don't care what you say Cindy, I love it, and I always will. I started reading those books with Courtney junior year, and I remember when we went to meet Stephanie Meyer, and there were like, fifteen people there...Now I don't think I could within five hundred feet of her...I wonder when they really exploded? Somewhere in between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn...anyway, Bella is like running full force at Edward, it's just great. I died a little (in a good way) on the inside watching it.

Anyway, not a whole lot else going on...I wrote a letter to my father, I just printed it out, actually, going to buy some stamps the next time I'm at work and send it before I chicken out. Which is highly likely, the longer I wait. I didn't mean for it to come off as sarcastic as it did, but I think, since sarcasam is the strongest part of my personality, especially when I'm hurt, mad, or scared, that there was not helping that. I thought about posting it, but nah, it's a little personal. I'll send it to you though, if you want to read it.

Alright then, that's all I've got for now.

-embee