Aimee's Entry - It's all in a name...

Alright, since I hurt g_c's poor eyes the other day, there will be no more sex talk. I absolutely will not tell you about how I backed that ass up last night and slid myself... okay, okay -- I'll stop. (I'm sorry g_c, I had to do it, I couldn't help myself. *wink*).

Anyhoo, moving on...

You're welcome Angie, my love for the gifts. I am happy that they made you happy. I'm just as amazed by your thoughtfulness as you are by mine. The beautiful sunflower you made me for my birthday still gives me the happy's every time I look at it. And now that I know Tigger is your favorite Disney character he just might pay you a visit (I'd come with him but the air fare is a bit steep). I'm glad you liked the card too, I thought it was adorible and you know how I have that thing for cards. I could literally spend hours in a card store just rifling through all the different cards. Weird, I know but what're you gonna do? That's me.

You know, it amuses me how many people butcher the bloody hell out of my name. It's easy-peasy to say, y'all. I swear it is. I know it's spelled funny but there ain't a damn thing unique about the way you pronounce it. I'm not really sure what my parents were thinking when they spelled it that way? Maybe they thought it'd be humorous to watch me struggle to find things with my name printed on them cause let me tell ya, that ain't happening. No way, no how. If I want something with my name printed on it, I have to special order it dammit. And I love those people that pronounce it the fancy french way -- aimée -- because when it's not butchered, it actually sounds really pretty. But sadly, that's not how you pronounce my name. Nope, it's just basic, plain, generic, everyday ole Amy for me. But as ordinary as it's pronounced, I've always loved the meaning, it's pretty. I bet Thaly-Ann knows what it means.

And I swear, I'll never learn my lesson about cavorting around outside of the house in my fucking pajama's. I was wearing my SpongeBob pajama's (which are adorible, BTW) when I went to 7-Eleven last night and I never tie the drawstring on those suckers tight enough. I imagine it was quite comical watching me try to carry a case of Pepsi, a bag of ice and a bottle of water while simultaneously trying to keep my pants from falling down. They didn't hit the floor but it was a close call.

God, I am counting the days until Friday. Seriously. I can't wait. I know it sounds selfish but I need a few days to unwind. There's been too much stuff slapping at me lately and I need a few days to clear my mind before it explodes. In the end, my sister decided not to go with us. Her and my mom are kind of talking to each other again but there's still a lot of unresolved tension between them. It's been hard for me, being in the middle of them because I love them both so much but I had no choice because I'll never choose sides. I can't.

Speaking of that whole dirty mess... thank you Angie for listening to me and not judging. It was a lot to lay at your door and I'm sure that it was something you'd rather not have known but because you love me, you let me get it out. You'll never know how grateful I am for that. It was eating a hole inside me and I felt like I had nowhere to go with it but you never turn me away no matter what I come at you with. Your caring heart and unfaltering support is just a small part of why I love you so much. *Kiss*.

Well, that's about it for me. Have a lovely day, y'all.

P.S. I'm sporting a rather nasty migraine, I think I need someone to kiss it all better. Any volunteers? LOL.