It's storming. Finally.

You know how sometimes you meet someone...and everything just...it just works. It's so effortless. Like a friend once said to me 'when it's easy...that's when you know.'

It also kind of sucks because when you find that person that works so well, you seem to not know what to do with yourself when they're gone. Even if it's just for a day.

I'm kind of special like that.

I really want to try writing something. I feel like my muse is thrashing around, trying to get free. I need to get creative. Maybe I'll write a song...

That's funny. I'm going by way of writing jokes. I'm no lyricist.

What the most likely senario is, is that I'll be online for awhile. Listen to the storm. Be maybe minorly freaked out by the storm. And then promptly pass out so I can go to work in...7 hours. I like my new position, don't get me wrong, but the sleep schedule is a little annoying.

I hate going to bed before 2.
That is counter-productive if I want to be to work on time.

I don't think my dog likes the thunder. He seems to be extra clingy right now. I'm sure one of my cats is cowering somewhere.

Perhaps they'd be used to storms if it stormed here once and awhile. I can go back to being afraid of storms if it means they'll come.

I really just want to move, like now.
Christ.

I stole this webcam from my girlfriend. My computer isn't buying it. I should probably update my drivers. Or something.

I really hate how jealous I am. Especially when I have no reason to be jealous. I hope I don't turn into one of those douchey guys that flips shit everytime my ladyfriend looks in the direction of another guy.
I think I'd shoot myself.

My dad called me yesterday. He asked me if he could move to a city, about 45 minutes away. He's so silly.

I need money. Really bad. Hello raises at work, don't fail me now.

My girlfriend is an assybutt smarmasaur. She knows why.
This also isn't the first time that she's internet creeped me. <3.

Do pixie sticks go bad? I mean, it's just sugar. It's sealed too. Huh.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand scene.