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what do you want from my life, what do you want from me?

i will be moving journals in the next day or two. hopefully that doesn’t cause any problems for anyone but i feel like i’m no longer this herhips person. so as soon as i’ve figured out my new identity, i’ll post the link to my new home. just giving anyone who still reads this regularly a heads up. hope everyone is having wonderful days and nights.

i’ve been locked inside this freight train

so many things making me smile lately: christmas, family hangs, jack, juno, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, playing music with jack, kissing jack, jack, jack, jack, jack. i feel ridiculous. “you love him,” dopey grins. we’re sharing the common cold and hot tea and soup and a rekindled love for nfg’s “coming home.” i used to say i was going to marry her, but i’m feeling him. his raspy voice is singing along to the songs in my head and we’re overly amused every time our voices crack. i hope i wake up without a voice so i can stay in bed with him all day tomorrow.

you can make me unreachable

currently sitting at the desk of a young jackson philip. his mother gives the warmest hugs and her tomato soup is better than bodega’s. she finds my new obsession with it endearing and likes to squeeze my forearm when talking to me. treats me completely differently than last time i was here, so many months ago. looking forward to christmas eve with them and then heading home for christmas with my family and jack. serious business. christmas is a bigger deal in my family than his so they understand. i’m nervous about him meeting everyone. yikes. i just don’t want anyone to make him feel unwelcome even if by accident; my grandma’s still a little unsettled with the idea of her “baby” having a boyfriend. my mom bought him pajamas! because that’s what she does. buys us all pajamas so we look good on christmas morning. i’m sure we’re going to end up being matchy matchy but that doesn’t make me want to throw up like it should. i’m so fucking in love with him it makes my nose burn to think about it. i honestly never thought i’d feel like this again.

this is our town

so! i’ve been gone for a few days that feels like a few weeks and i’m pretty happy. let’s discuss what i’ve been doing since the fifteenth (which was only four days ago, huh).

sunday the 16th of december:
i … worked.

monday the 17th of december:
i worked.
then i napped and watched the o.c.
then i went with jack to get his nose pierced and it’s kind of weird but i like it.
my homeboy was there and wasn’t doing anything so he finished my sleeve. stoked.
then we went to bodega and had $1 grilled cheese; it was delicious.
then we bought transformers on on demand and fell asleep on the couch together.

tuesday the 18th of december:
i literally sat on the couch all day watching movies and television.
i showered around 8.
was in bed by 11:30

wednesday the 19th of december:
i worked.
then i went to aldo and the candy store with my good work friend katrina.
then we picked jackolas up and went to american apparel.
we bought lots of good things:

i just realized i forgot to look for this:

also bought:



(to be worn exactly like this beef cake. JUST KIDDING)

and katrina bought my favorite dress!

for new years.

and this one as well:

aaaaand then we went to bodega again.
now i’m home and updating you on my life.

i love you all. i’ll see you in a few days. jack says hello.

edited to add:

1.. jack and leann are having a few problems in their friendship. she annoys him as much as she annoys me.

2.. jack and i are moving in together next year. yikes bikes, right?? i mean, we practically live together now, but this is the real deal. we might be getting our own place or a 3 bedroom with katrina and her current roommate. we’ll see.

3.. so where does number 2 leave leann? in the words of jack: “i really don’t even care right now.”

i used to live inside a world undiscovered

yeah so, i’m not embarrassed to say i squealed like a little girl when i saw this picture. jack and i have been camped out on my bed since 4 this afternoon so he peeked out from under the covers and looked at me to see what i was in a fuss about and rolled his eyes yet again at my obsession. i told him i’d drop him for ryan without a second thought and he just grabbed my inner thigh and said “yeah and when he turns out to be lame, you’ll come crawling back to me and my half sleeve.” so i kissed him. because he’s right.

if only i could have ryan and jack both. life would be almost perfect. (i’m in too good of a mood to say what would make my life absolutely perfect) .. fuck i love scrawny arm boys. mm. lovely.

oh yeah, and i’m still listening to heidi’s song and i told jack that i would give ryan a strip tease to this song and he laughed so hard he almost choked. because me giving a strip tease is the funniest fucking shit we’ve ever discussed because .. i’m incredibly awkward at being sexy. hahaha. i love my LIIIIIFE. (that was said in my head a la dirty in release the bats, but you probably have no idea what that means. jack will appreciate it.) 

you’re the only one that can save me

srsly, if u want me to bone u and ur a boi, be this person: 

ryan ross. holy fkjldsfs. back of the arm tattoos ftmfw. i woke jack up to show him this miniscule picture and he rolled his eyes, rolled over and mumbled for me to move to vegas. don’t tempt me!

p.s. heidi montag from the hills … her song “touch me” makes me want to get dirty. i won’t even lie. if you want it, lemme know. i’ll mediafire/sendspace/whatever that shit up.

the troubles weighing on his mind

okay, i would rather listen to a beeping alarm clock for twenty minutes straight than listen to the same 30 seconds of some beethoven symphony over and over for twenty minutes. get your fucking lazy ass out of bed and turn that shit off. i fucking hate people that can’t get themselves out of bed. (but only when it bothers ME) .. i’m going to smash her piano alarm clock against the wall when she’s not looking. i don’t want to work today, i’m irritable.

don’t sound too disco, like panic

i have to be up at 6:45 for work tomorrow annnnd i have to pee very badly and i have no bottles or anything of the sort that i would consider pissing in in order to go to bed and leann is in the shower and she has locked the door and i cannot unlock it because i don’t know how to pick locks, plus that would be creepy.

in other news: my hair is growing so fast. i must have the healthiest hair follicles in all of the land. my hair will be perfect in no time.

in other other news: if i lived in los angeles you could bet your lunch money that i would be auditioning to be in the new panic at the disco video. too bad i don’t. i’d brush up against ryan as much as possible.

in other other other news: olive garden is not even close to being in the running for a spot on my list of places i enjoy eating.

in other other other other news: i will never get sick of watching superbad. EVER. michael cera? so adorably awkward. i’d bang him until next wednesday for sure.

and lastly: i still have to pee.

can you feel it too? cause it’s 9 in the afternoon

i’m so stoked on the upcoming year. and i’m just really happy at the moment. it’s overwhelming.

what are you stoked on?