It was yesterday.

I'd been looking forward to doing something with Daiton for a week or two, and a couple of days ago, when I found out he would be working, I was disappointed, but I could deal. A few tears, some grumpiness, then I'd be fine.

But he promised that we'd go out to eat tonight, and let me buy him a present with his own money. He had gotten me perfume two weeks ago, and it smells delicious.

And, if you haven't guessed what happened by my less-than-enthusiastic tone, we didn't do anything. We couldn't go because his mom doesn't feel good and she's our transportation. So we didn't do anything, go anywhere, ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOTHING.

I mean, I barely got a "Happy Anniversary" after a few minutes of not-so-subtle hounding.

This is going to be my first and only fucking annivesary. What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't exactly rewind time and start all over again. Believe me, I've tried. The only day that was possibly worse than this on the Suck-O-Meter Of Fun And Happiness was the day I found out I was pregnant.

Which was the worst day of my life. No lying, saying I was happy to discover that I had just ruined not only my life, but my boyfriend's as well.

Cuz I wasn't. And it was horrible.

I may sound stupid and petty by ranting like this, but I haven't really been very happy lately, and I guess this was the straw that broke the camel's back.

And about that story I promised? Prob'ly not gonna happen for a while. Too busy to do much more than check my messages and look at stuff. Plus I am completely unmotivated and it is taking what little energy I have left to force myself to take care of Sam.

I don't feel good anymore. I'm tired of feeling guilty and ashamed. I'm tired of being fat and lazy and so very, very angry.

I wish I could say something positive. But I'm threadbare. I'm sorry, and I love all of you.

signed,

Courtney :3

p.s. Thank you for reading this. He held me until I stopped crying, though I'm still sad and a little mad. He has promised to buy me mocha-chip-java-chiller-thingy and get me star trek: 2009. He's going to take me to lunch tomorrow in between jobs.

He really is the sweetest, kindest boy I have ever met. It's just really hard right now. Sam is teething, wants to be held all the time and is just now getting into the rythym of solid food.

And he's no longer constipated. I'm still trying to figure whether that's a good thing or not. Right now, it's not so good.

So, to all my faithful friends and watchers, I extend my thanks. You have no idea how much I've needed this place. There is no emoticon or silly puncutation face to describe the emotion I'm felling.

Hell, even I can't tell how honored and grateful and loved I feel right now. The jumbled up emotions are toiling away inside me, but this place, with all it's kind people I have never seen has been my rock.

I always can count on a laugh or a near orgasm from this place. I am, after all, still a teenager.

I LOVE YOU! <3

And you'll never guess what the surprise is.

I'VE ACTUALLY FINISHED SOMETHING!!!!

Omfg, right? Laike, ttly.

How weird is it for me to have something finished, and not go off and get discracted by something else. I've been working on this one for a couple of years, though.

That means I've had it almost finished for a year and just finished it today.

Heheh....

But I hope you enjoy it. I'm putting it up in installments or whatever, because there aren't actually any chapters. Just little squiggly lines. And some of those aren't even chapter like in nature. They just seperate the one part from the other.

Blech. Why must I make things so much harder for myself?

And in case anybody forgot, which you prob'ly did, (not that I blame you, I've been gone how long again? ) my birthday was a month and eight days ago.

I'm eighteen! :woot:

Love you bunches!

signed,

got-fanfiction :3

Everything looks so weird. Deviantart had one helluva makeover, that's for sure. Sorry for being gone for so long, but i was busy being pregnant with no internet access. i checked my email the other day and had 5033. O-O That's way too many for my comfort.

But I'm back, for now.

My baby is one month and two days old, and his name is Samuel Mason Andrew Dominguez. He's the cutest baby ever. But no photos until i find my connector cord to my camera. It has gone missing. TT.TT Stupid thing.

To all my friends, I missed you. I''m happy I'm back.

Love,

got-fanfiction

Hallo, all the peoples on da who don't read mah journals. And a resounding 'hi!!!' to all my friends who do.

As said in yonder title, I has me an announcement. It's spelled with two 'n's at the front, right? TT.TT I'm afraid my days as a walking spellchecker are dwindling.

-coughs-

Anyhoo, my thing to say: I'm pregnant. There. I have worked up the confidence to say it. Don't worry, my bf is staying with me. In case you don't know who he is, look here: [link]

Garsh, is that guy beautiful. And he's a gentlemen as well. Carries stuff for me -whether I want him to or not-, asks if I'm okay -to the point of annoyance-, and doesn't mind my incesent(SP?!?!) clinging and enumerous phone calls.

So, I said it. Now what do I do?

Stay tuned next episode for more 'Baby Talk' with yer favorite host, ME

EQUAL TO... (dern stoopid thing cut off this part of my title must die)

...

Grandma's french fries. My God. Those things are like crack, meth, dope, heroine, crank, speed, ecstacy, any sort of pill you can think of, sex AND chocolate combined.

And they are just as addictive as any of those things. So light. So fluffy. So fulfilling. So greasy. So salty.

I just had a frickin' HUGE plate of them, and they're pretty big, and thick, and salty and greasy, and yummy...

Jebus. I wish I could give you guys some, but by the time they'd get to wherever each of you lived, they'd be kinda....

Ewwie. Like, food-poison-inducing-they're-so-old-and-possibly-moldier-than-one-of-my-little-brother's-feet-MAN-those-things-are-raunchy-but-i-bet-the-fries-would-still-be-awesome!-

-cough- Anyhoo, byes! I'll be updating my heroine girl poems soon.

Holy shit! That radio commercial was gross!

Quotes:

'What seems more S&M?'
'Oh, definitely Alice in Gothland.'
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'Ooo, does it have (come with?) matching nipple clamps?'
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'I'll be home soon sweetie' <--something along those lines.
'Don't forget the strap on! Now, that covers me, what are you getting?'

-gags- EWWIE!!!!!!! -curls into the fetal position-

My brain hurts.