Hey folks, just uploaded a few new photos of my friend Kenedie. Let me know what you think. Expect more to come after I've slept. XD Take care people!

I've been tagged by ~amoxes, so here ya go! =]

So here is 8 things about me

1: I someday want to be a pin-up girl.
2: I'm obsessed with zombies. Braaaiiinss....
3: I drive an 81 Chrysler New Yorker Fifth Avenue Edition. A car 7 years older than I am, lolz.
4: I collect old cameras and skeleton keys. Not sure why.
5: I want to own a vineyard someday and make a famous wine.
6: I love dancing too!!
7: I've never had a relationship that lasted at least a year; they usually last only a few months.
8: When I was a kid I wanted to be a firefighter.

Now I'm tagging theses friends! (I don't know how to do the link thing, sorry if I screw it up, lol!)

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RULES
A. Post these rules.

B. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.

C. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.

D. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.

E. No tag-backs!

So the previous mention of an apartment with my (ex)boyfriend was a complete and utter failure. The place was a dump and our landlady was psycho; we moved out and had no choice but to move in with his parents...Christmas rolled along after a major fight but we had fixed that, or so I had thought...we had argued about moving too fast, and low and behold, on fuckin Christmas day, the best one I had in years, was ruined when he got down on one knee and proposed.

I dated the guy for TWO MONTHS...and he freakin asks me to marry him? I think not, kumquat.

That all went down in flames...then he tried to kill himself...I won't go into details but I had to drive back to Rock Springs to go to the hospital in a snow storm just to see him for ten minutes...to find out that he was going to be committed to the Wyoming Behavioral Institute in Casper for at the very least, a month.

So about 4 days later he shows up at my door to give me the rest of my junk that I had left downstairs. (Yeah, they live below where I do now, how awkward...) He said he was doing better, was on medical leave because he is now considered "mentally handicapped" which I think is EXTREME BULLSHIT! Then he told me to "have a nice life," and promptly left me standing on the doorstep without another word. Just like that. Threw it allllll away.

I was willing to work it out I guess, but not now. Fuuuuuuck. What a waste of time that was.

Anyway....my job is driving me insane; it sucks the soul right out of my eye sockets. Painful. Really it is. I want to look for something different to do and then maybe find my own place at the low income apartments....I dunno....Kinda want to just move away....Maybe to a different country....I dunno anymore. My life is pretty fucked up...

But please, enjoy the photos I'm about to upload. :]

Well, my computer shit the bed, (it needs a new optical drive) so don't expect me on too much. The only time I can get on really is at work, or if I can get to the library. But I spend most of my time working on my new apartment, so yeah...Take care everyone!

My gallery sucks, sucks, sucks...

Work has completely enveloped me. There is so much information to learn and I come home almost everyday with a headache. Gosh....tomorrow I need to clean my car. Bleh.

David should take pictures next weekend. Oh yes. That would make my day.

I have no life; what else can I say?