I Know A Thing About Contrition, Because I Got Enough To Spare

Hey peeps. Sorry I ain't been here in a while. I'm trying my hardest to do everything I can - write, work, homework, computer - at once but I feel stretched, like too little bacon on a large piece of bread . . . okay, sorry about the food anology, I'm hungry.

I have work tonnight. Big flippin' whoop. I can't stand my job, and I'm hoping that someday, I can live off of being a writer, or edit books for a living. Either way, I'm stuck here.

I'm rockin' out to MCR (like always), and I've managed to talk my group into using House Of Wolves for the Wolf's song. We're doing a Jerry Springer thing for it, so it's all cool.

I got yarn this weekend. Black. I am SO doing that jacket now. It's gonna be so cool . . .

My mom's trying to get my password (to Steve) from me. Said it's the only way she'll let me get a hard drive so I have more memory. Psh, as if. Just another year and a half, and I'm gone . . . that's all it is . . .

Why are you so afraid of letting your mom see your comp?

Whoa! Who the hell are you?

I'm your concious. Now answer the damn question.

Um, cause I keep all my writing on it and I don't want her to read it like Dad did, and she's going to find out that I'm not such a good little girl like she thought and she's gonna tell Dad and I'm gonna get Steve taken from me and I'm going to cry.

Save your writing to a flashdrive/SD card, delete it off your comp, and let her have the password.

It's not that easy. Cause then she'll want my flashdrive, and no way in HELL she gettin' that. Then she's gonna know I cleaned it up, and I am SO screwed.

Delete your history, and she'll never know.

DUDE, SHE TOTALLY FRIPPIN' WILL! She's a mom!! She's got MOM-ster vision. It's insane.

Then you're screwed.

So there we have it folks. Even the voices think I'm screwed.

Uhg. I'm going to bed. YES, I KNOW I'M AT SCHOOL, I'M GOING TO BED ANYWAY.

~Jink