how the hell...?

8 months have flown by. I can't believe Trevor is 8 months old today. I kind of feel TERRIBLE that my son will be 1 year old in 4 months. I can't handle it. He'll never be my itty bitty baby again.

on an UNrelated note: KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER. and your frenemies, well... isn't that the point of keeping your enemies "closer"...? damn I have too many frenemies.

to wrap this shit up: INSOMNIA, STOP FUCKING WITH ME. that is all.

i can't be funny on command.

I wish I was funny. or at least witty. well, sometimes i'm witty. i've also decided to no longer capitalize anything. because capitalization is for weenies. (actually, it's because this lock shows up on my screen and blocks everything and it pisses me off.)

i had hilary come over and watch trevor while i went to school, and when she left, he fell asleep sitting up on the couch. he's still passed out but now he's in his jesus pose. and lucy is snoring her fat ass away. so why am i still awake? oh yeah, because i'm nuts.

alex and i are having a facebook status fight, which is really funny because i know jesse can read it all... suckaaaa.

that is all. i have to go laugh some more at myself.

I can't stop laughing at myself.

I just sat in the backyard for almost 2 hours... laughing. mainly at myself. and certainly alone. I say some really hilarious shit. well, okay, most of the time I think it. but it's still funny. also, it's 2:15am. I stopped drinking at 6:30pm... so I'm not intoxicated. I'm just really fucking funny.

ps I also have a man voice. which is probably what has made everything that much funnier.