I hate myself for being so possessive.

I don’t really need it, but I won’t let it go if suddenly someone threatens to take it away from me.

I think I should relax a little.

I hope she will never call me aunt. Yeah, I’m probably old enough to be called that, and I most certainly will be when she learns to talk, but still!

I wonder how long it’ll take Grandma to try and talk me into getting married some time soon.

Had another write-me-down-and-make-a-movie dream today.

If only I weren’t so lazy.

Such a sick friendship, really. Can’t stand each other, have no respect for one another whatsoever (well, maybe on some level. The very deepest), won’t miss a chance to make things worse, and yet find pleasure in each other’s company. Sick pleasure, obviously.

It’s also sick to want a friendship like this, isn’t it?

Natalie is perfect.

It takes 4 hours of Rob and 4 hours of the Doctor to make my day.

Meaning not just yesterday, though yesterday was particularly good.

For the first time in my life I found being called stupid very funny. Probably ‘cause I actually knew the stuff but was ignored.