Well hitting 18 is soon impending. Amazingly I've recovered from my nervous breakdown quite well. Apparently my emotions are coated in rubber like a bouncy ball. They just got stuck on a nail that held them down for a while.

So Chris and I are going to get my gecko tattoo done. There will be lots of photos of the little bugger.

And ten days after my birthday (this saturday) Chris and I will be celebrating two years together. Amazing the surfer and the goth have stayed together happily without me trying to gouge his eyes out and paint his nails black, and him trying to get me to wear sandles and expose me to the sun.
Yep little Mery is still so pale I call the colour "EEK! I'm dead" by MeryGoth

Most enjoyable. Mother is having her breakdown and crying everytime she looks at me. This is not good for myself esteem. And this morning told me that 18 years ago she was a volkswagon on legs. How quaint.

My father isn't talking about me, to me, or even in my general direction. This is interesting since I live three miles down the road. Me thinks I should pop over and just say hi. Maybe then he'll talk in my direction.

Ah well. such is the life I lead.


Merythegeckolovingfreak