whozama whatza?

it really is like marco knows. when i got to work all sad and stuff and sat down at my computer he came in the office and told me he had a present for me. god i love presents. i really needed one at that moment. how did he know i was so sad. he couldnt have known. maybe it was cause last week "ralph" was so harsh... he made me jeans! with pockets on that back that zipper close, and a button snap, AND MY NAME ON THE BACK POCKET!!!! yep. my new jeans say Aly. i am wearing them now.





so you know when bad things keep happening and you are really sad and you say to yourself well it can only get better

then more bad things happen and again you think well it can only get better

and then more bullasscrapshit happens and your like umm wait what?? and then you start to see it all in better light, maybe slightly find the humor in it although its really not funny but its just really like what the fuck.

and at this point you are definitely feeling things can only get better cause i couldn't take them getting worse.

and then




booommmmm






so now what?

keep working keep trucking along keep going.

i need a rest.

i need to drive to dollywood and graceland and be happy.

i need freedom.

i just want to run and run and run and not look back.




but i can cause i have work tomorrow.




i wish it was the night of prom and we were lying in bed giggling.