My Butt is on Fire

well i haven’t found it yet, but i thought it was time for another "boo" from me. so here i am writing to you at: 230 in the morning. Jeff and i snoozed earlier. i don’t have to worry about being too loud right now, because Jeff is busy playing a game on his ds. i chose this picture,below, that i took of myself today to play around with tonight. i called it "gone" because my birth certificate is gone. i can’t find it anywhere, but that’s usually how it is when you go searching for something hey, especially when you are so certain you remember where you put that which is lost. at least that’s how i am. i felt like rebelling a bit from the stingy use of the english grammar for this post, just to be fair to all those lower cased letters that are not "allowed" to be used, when they just as easily can with all the puncuation english has to offer. i draw the line at people’s names though! people are too important to not capitalize. smile. here’s a bit of too much information for you, but seriously my butt is on fire! and i sure hope it clears up by the time the new year’s party rolls around. let’s just say i ate a bit too many prunes tonight because i (seeing that our healthier alternative for lunch was closed) had a quick lunch of pizza. i made sure to pick one with veggies, and i ate the slices that had the least amount of cheese on them, but i still suffered. this suffering painfully pointed me into the direction of my lovely soft mushy cold refrigerated for freshness sweet prunes. and i ate about 10 all together. the pizza affected me that bad. so here i am writing to you while,  miraculously, sitting at my desk, at home in our bedroom, on fire, only most likley due to the fact that Tylenol is my Savior. and that’s only because my real Saviour Jesus Christ enabled it to help me through prayer. haha thank-you Jesus! aw there goes the lovely thunder storm within me again. i better run., literally. Goodnight everyone! hope you all have a HAPPY NEW YEAR!