so cooking Thanksgiving dinner was pretty hard. well not as hard as i thought. Timmy helped a me a lot. everything came out good except my potatoes... bah. i always screw up potatoes. and thats probably the best part of thanksgiving. honestly i don't care too much for turkey. well or meat in general... so potatoes are usually the biggest portion on my plate. but its ok. my desert came out pretty darn close to the original so i was pretty pleased about that. my legs are freezing.. its always way too hot or way too cold in here... But usually i have my leggings on. yes, pants. but i don't really think leggings count as pants really.. more like ridiculously long socks. that cover your butt. haha you said butt. anyways... oh I got a call this morning from a weird number and it was Tim's mom. she called to say Happy Thanksgiving. its nice she called on my phone :] We called her back later and talked for a little while. OH did you know???? Angel food cake is like heaven being born inside your mouth.. its orgasmic. thats a weird combination huh? we bought a puzzle the other day. not like a cheesy one tho.. we got one so we could glue it to a board and frame it and stuff. its that picture and i bloody can't think of the name. but its hot. its huge. 2000 pieces and its a pain in my arse. but its fun. i like puzzles.. yep yeah uh huh mhmmm.. I'm in a weird mood... Kitty tomorrow. I think we decided on a name. we were first thinking pancakes but thats more of a brown kitty name.. so we were thinking and she is a happy kitten but she has smokey eyes which make her look sad sometimes like boxers. if sage is a boxer.. those dogs that cant help but look sad... yeah. so i was thinking of millencolin. meloncholy... cholly. yeah I'm gay. but i like it. If we were to get her brother too I'd name her Cooper and him Cohen.. big OC fans... or duckie and peetree. we didn't go to George's. Timmy said he'd feel weird and it was a bunch of people who were a little older than us and played music. but like actually played good.. and i didn't call my mom to ask how to make that stuffing. i didn't want to. and for those who think its awful that i didn't call my mother on Thanksgiving... the phone works both ways and guess what? no missed calls. so bite me. and by the way, considering how many times i called her just for her to blow me off... it shouldn't be me calling. no. if anyone should be making efforts its her. especially on Thanksgiving. Especially after asking if we want to come over and spend it being insulted by Jason all night when i can't even breath at him wrong. no thanks. its insulting that she'd even ask. like "hey i have no clue whats going on and why our family sucks balls.. so just come on over. i can't imagine why you wouldn't want to.." like she just presses a button and her memory of everything me related just goes away. must be nice. I'd like one. but no. Thanksgiving was good. good not to think about that junk all day (until now) and focus on my own HEALTHY family.. full of love and trust and honesty and whatknot. I'm pretty tired. I think I might go to bed early.. its only 2!