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I really should learn not to bet on sports anymore. Guess I didn't learn my lesson from last year's March Madness.

I should probably tell Michigan to Skype my mom and explain why I'm not visiting when the semester's over.

...I'll never understand how any of us, in my dreams, deserve our Princess. The things she does for us...

No matter how far we're separated, no matter how many times we give our lives... as long as the light shines, as long as there's love, we'll come back to her side.

...God, this sounds ridiculously sappy coming from someone like me, and yet? I regret nothing.

One of the kids just called me mom. I don't the feels ..I can't..what?

I may kill my father. I'm almost certain no court would convict me at this point.

You'd think he'd know better than to call me princess during a board meeting. He's obviously trying to get on my nerves, and he's damn good at it.

Required: Musical Suggestions. No pop. I don't have time for pop. Also, no musicals. Ugh.

I like: rock, grunge, some indie, female singers with strong voices.

I skipped school. Shhh. Don't tell daddy. ヾ(。￣□￣)ﾂ

Note to self: When trimming branches in trees, always check for bees hives first. I just spent the last two hours at the ER. Damn good thing I'm not allergic.

Weddung. Ruined. Still dont know hy. possibly diring bruce when he shows back up. Someoe mentioned strippers too. Yes. The man is dead.

Setting up multiple Slip and Slides and coating them with lubricant to make some sort of massive slide to my pool is a bad idea, yes?

Because if nobody disagrees with how inherently wonderful this idea is, I am going to do that tomorrow.

WAIT SHIT GUYS. I HAVE WINGS! I woke up from a nap, alone because my girl went to get me ice cream I think.

What the hell. As if this bed wasn't uncomfortable enough. Now I have to deal with leaning against wings.

Don't get me wrong, the shits look fucking cool as HELL! But seriously? Universe could have picked a better time to do this!