we'll travel to infinity

It's ok - I haven't thrown another wobbler. I've just been thinking. About things. Too many things to mention right now, and all of them temporarily forgotten anyway since I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror and found that my hair and make up (including lipstick) is still intact. I've been wondering if that was possible ever since the days of Dallas, and thanks to Revlon and Clinique, I now find it is. Yay! Seriously, I look fucking gorgeous, and that is most unusual. Especially when I've drunk as much vodka as I did last night.

I miss Justin. Alot. But then again, I miss everyone. I sit here and wonder where everyone is, what they're doing, why they're not in my life anymore. It gets depressing, to be honest, particularly when the reasons they're not in my life anymore range from me having told them to fuck off, to them being a bit dead.
And when I say everyone, I mean friends and ex/lovers... and not just because of the sex (ok, sometimes because of the sex...). But maybe I'm just too sentimental.

There are only two people in this world that I truly hate. And they are my mother, and the psycho-maniac formerly known (briefly) as my husband. And the reason I hate them is because they (and no-one else) fucked me up beyond all repair. In some twisted way I'm pleased - I doubt I would be as kinky and deviant as I am had they not been in my life, and for that, I'm grateful. But that aside, venom runs through my veins for those two in ways I can't even begin to articulate. Unfortunately, I am one of those annoying people who doesn't forgive or forget physical and mental abuse.
But everyone else... be they real or virtual, from 1988 on, were in my life for a reason, and I wish they were still there, even if that reason is void now.

Can't we kiss and make up?