akira's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Short but sweet Here I am sitting in my bra in my daughters room writing. Why? Well that's because I have the apartment to myself, Voo's at work, little one's at achool, and I'm suppose to be getting ready to do the daily things that I need to do, but I'm not. I'm enjoying listening to Brett, writing, and being lazy. I'm finally moved in, FULLY moved in to my very own apartment. I have my moms carosel's up, all my Fuel stuff up in me "FUEL HALL" autographs, pics, and all. I have pictures up in the places I want them, I'm even starting to like that ugly fucking table the Voo wanted to buy so we would stop having chinese dinners on the living room floor. There's still a few odds and ends that I have to get up, my Living Dead Dolls, some other things but for the most part I'm home. You know before my mom died she was living with this person and that person, she never had a place that was her own, until she moved up into that hell hole in the moutains. I didn't want her moving that far away, I hated the idea but she just wanted her own place. I didn't get it then, but now I do. Her and I had to deal with the same bullshit for so many years, people would get pissed off and tell us to get out and out we would go, no care about where just out, but now... I understand it now. The house is clean the way I want it to be, the things are in the places I want them to be and no one can tell me differently. It's liberating. I feel free. Odd. *ding* Voo and I are suppose to register for domestic partnership. It's funny, neither one of us are using, I'm clean for the first time in my fucking life since I've been er....I don't even know when. We argue, and bitch about things like a married couple. Ok well....I'm off. Ave )O( Akira 9:51 a.m. - November 4th 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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