;D I LOVE DEATHNOTE!!! I'm on the 23rd episode right now and there's 37 in all. ALMOST DONE. yes. Thank you brother!!!!! for giving me these episodes. I heart you.

... Apparently, the goal here is to remain as low as possible. It was downright dangerous to walk through the house today, riddled as it was with comatose felines. This is the most I could get Annie to lift her head for me: And poor Blackie ran out of steam before she even made it to the food bowls, although I see it hasn't yet affected her healthy physique: I did have a bit...

...the phone off my desk and proceeded to jump as it rang in my hand. I pressed the ‘talk’ button and listened. “Hello?” Silence… So I tried again. “Hello?” “ANNIE!! WHERE WERE YOU?! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CALL ME WHEN YOU GOT HOME! I WAS WORRIED SICK! Ok not really…but I was worried..” Came the voice on the other end of the line. I felt my face flush slightly...

...the next day, or the first day of the following week. It was a stupid tradition. Got us in trouble almost every time.. But who cares! We had fun. After all, work and no play makes Annie a dull and depressed (and thus even more lazy) little girl. “You’re rather energetic today…” I said, smiling slightly as I handed him the thermos. “Thanks…I didn’t get any sleep last night…so...

...exactly 'sitting'…it was more like 'perching'.. and the skirt...the whole thing was just weird. Too weird. I stared, my mouth hanging open slightly. “That isn’t a very attractive look, Annie..” He said, smiling slightly. I promptly closed my mouth and glared slightly. I sighed and tried to get over the fear of the creepy stranger in my house… I put on my best emotionless...

...under him, sitting like an excited schoolgirl. Well he wasn’t exactly sitting…it was more like perching.. I stared, my mouth hanging open slightly. “That isn’t a very attractive look, Annie..” He said, smiling slightly. I promptly closed my mouth and glared slightly. I sighed and tried to get over the fear of the creepy stranger in my house… I put on my best emotionless...

An Irish Funeral Prayer for annie Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains as it was. The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no sorrow in your tone...

...so I'm not fooling myself.  It's not a matter of being numb and not being able to feel anything about it, I just don't care enough to be upset about it.  What knowing has done though, is make me miss Annie that much more.  I know in my heart that she was the one who accepted me, even though there wasn't one time when she ever told me that, or told me she loved me.  I don't know why Virginia made it...

...in any conversation, it becomes 250 times more voluptuous) no matter what the race confused paedophile has become, i still like his music. and you can't help feel sorry for him, sometimes. Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You OK Are You OK, Annie Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You OK Are You OK, Annie Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You OK? Are You OK, Annie? Annie Are You OK? So,...

...the best fish for lunch I need to have it again yipeeee. I'm going to drag myself out of bed before noon for boxing class tmr. I miss you, 1/3 of my daily dosage of must-haves This is Annie being super slutty and seducing This is Annie trying to coach me into taking a slant-at-an-angle-to-make-yourself-look-pretty shot. But pretty obviously I'm born to take ugly photos but do note...