Hello, as of today (June 27, 2009), I have a couple updates. Well, to start things off; I have recieved my phone back. But I had to pull a couple strings. Strings I hated to pull. To begin with, I had to compose, and sign a contract. Stating– no swearing solemly I would not text/ call/ email/ IM/ send pictures to boys. Until the day this contract is ammended by the parents if needed. I basically signed this contract in my very own red blood. (Actually I signed it in black ink but whatever, that was merely a clever personification to bring notice to how important this contract supposedly was.) Yeah, so guess what? That knocks Wesley off the freaking map. Yeah, I can’t even find a way to tell the poor soul I am unable to talk to him. If I borrow my dads phone, my mother gets as evil as Meryl Streep in ‘The Devil Wears Prada.’ So, can you spell Gabonna! Because dang, with the trouble I was in I might as well been sexing horny boys in her shower to the song ‘Birthday Sex’ by Jerimiah! If she spoke to Wes, she would love him to death. He’s a natural sweetheart, everything that spills out of the boy’s mouth is as clean and kind as.. Well I can’t even think of a smilie (comment if you think you have an idea..).
My cat died. The one my boyfriend helped name for me.. Panda. Yeah. Cute name.. I am gonna miss the little kitten.. 
As you know I got sick, the swabs from the doctor came back.. And yeah, swine flu was confirmed. But now it’s pneumonia. And I’m not in the hospital yet. Instead they have me on 16 pills and an inhaler. But thankfully I finished my antibiotic and there’s only four more days of quarantine! (Oh thank God!) Any way I am very grateful I’m even alive, wet cough and all. BEING SICK SUCKS!
And that’s another thing. I really need to stop cussing. My boyfriend (Bless the Man), doesn’t ever cuss. The worse I have ever heard him say is friggin’. And that’s not even cussing.. I do say stuff I probably shouldn’t. I also love to embellish the truth. My mom says I should write a book. (So I am! I’m working on it.. But not really, I have writers block. And I’m more into drawing my manga lately.)
Anyway, bless you for making it this far. That must have been torture.
Love you all!!
-Kitty- (the princess)
Ps: I don’t like demi lovato. She stinks like– I don’t even have a smilie for it. So I wasn’t reffering to princess protection program. I am a princess. Simple as that.
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