Tonight.

Franks 2 teenage sisters are sleeping at my house tonight. Wish me luck. Any suggestions on how to entertain 2 overdramatic teenagers? I don't even know what teenagers eat. Burgers and candy? Help!

Day 8.

I got my foot tattooed today. Now that's what I call a Hurts Donut! Anyway. I miss my Frank. I also finished Harry Potter #5. I started on Harry Potter #6. I'm already about 1/4 through it. I don't feel very good. I just wanted to check in and tell you all that I'm lonely and my foot hurts. Next topic: Countdown 5 weeks until I marry the Frank. Yahoo!!! Next Topic: I was right. My wedding will be sweeter than Ali's. I'm marrying my Frank so that's why.
Well, time to hit the sack...wish me luck on not barfing before I walk the 5 feet to my bed. I miss eating Cheetos and drinking fresca with Frank. Goodnight.
Love Always,
Lilly
P.S. Can you tell I have ADD.

Ali's wedding

I'm headed to Ali's wedding. Mine is gonna be badder asser. Cause Frank and I are badder asser. Anyway. I'm wearing a cute dress that the straps fall down and some red shoes, neither of which are mine. Mother and Father are gone. Everyone is leaving me. I'll let you all know how the wedding was when I get back.

Day 2.

Today was a day just like any other...'cept lonelier. I woke up with my chicken by my side as usual but there was a definite indent where the Frank usually sleeps. It might have just been an indent in the pillow from his abnormally large noggin but an indent nonetheless (is that one or three words?) Anyway. I woke up and got read to go to work. BOOORRIING! It was, however, nice to turn some music on while I was getting ready. So I went to work and did the normal stuff, drank a Rockstar, ate a granola bar, my usual stuff. Then I had to go apply for the ol' passport, this time with my proof of birth in tow. I got to the post office and got in line where a red headed woman was also applying for her passport. She was about 3-5 people in front of me in line. She got up to the desk and she didn't have the proper picture for her passport. It was on a blue background and they have to be on a white background. So instead of paying the $15 to get her picture taken at the post office, where she already was, she decided to take the postal workers advice and drive to Costco to get $5 pictures taken. Now, this just puzzles me because she wasted her time waiting in line with a picture that was wrong (it says on the website where she printed her damn application that the photos have to be on a white background), then she held up the line with her stupid questions about how much cheaper the pictures were at Costco, then she pry wasted $10 worth of her time and her gas driving to and from Costco to save a lousy $10 on passport photos. Also there was an elderly woman and her much much more elderly mother I would assume, 2 people in front of me, bickering about whether or not the older woman would like to sit down on the bench. SHE WANTED TO STAND DAMNIT!! Then there is a guy after them, with the giantest bluetooth headset I've ever seen on and his phone rang and he took his phone out of his pocket and held it while he talked on his headset...what the shit does he have Goliaths headset on if he's not going to take advantage of the handsfreeness. Then there is me, lovely and cool and not doing anything stupid or annoying I'm sure. After a bit of time, the girl behind me storms out of the post office mumbling something about not having all day to wait in line or something. In walks a lady with a stroller with a little girl that is pry 2 and another little boy walking with her that was pry 4ish. This little boy has a Teddy Bear. The lady walks up and gets in line behind me, and then leaves her stroller to keep her spot and goes to find some sort of envelope to put her items in. So her little asshole son walks up to me and smacks me with the Teddy Bear and I whipped around and said "Hey!!" and gave him a nasty look. His mother, of course, didn't see. P.S. Incase any of you readers don't know, I strongly dislike 99.9% of kids. I don't ever intend to have any and, luckily, my Frank doesn't want them either (although I may have swayed him to that side after we met. He was on the fence before I think) Anyway. I finally get up to the desk and the postal worker had the nastiest stank breath ever. I thought I was gonna die of stank! So gross. $200 later, I had officially applied for my U.S. Passport. Jamaica here we come!! Then it was back to work. 5 o'clock. Thank the lord. I came home to my chicken and we snuggled and played a bit. Then I went to buy wedding/shower gifts for Ali with my 2 homies. Towels, whatnot. Then, it being August 7th and all, we went to Bangkok Grill and had some yummy yellow curry. Quite tasty if I do say so myself. Then we went to Macey's and got August 7th maple bars. Again, quite tasty. Now I'm just at home, being bored and I think I'll go read Harry Potter.
Love always,
Lillly

Day 1.

Captains Log.
My chicken and I have been left. We are quite sad, although we know that one day, Frank shall return. I came home from a long hard day of opening boxes to a very excited chicken. He was so excited, he began to chirp. Now I know chickens don't chirp, but my chicken is quite unique. He has ears. And today my chicken came running to me with his ears pinned back so far, I thought they had been cut off. I think he knows the Frank has left.
Anyway...Today was rather uneventful. Woke up, showered, airport, Kinkos (where I took a particularly haggard looking photo of myself for my passport), then the post office to get said passport, stood in line for about 5 minutes before I realized that you can't get a passport without your birth certificate. So now I am off to the Fork to get my proof of birth (I know it's hard to believe that I wasn't dropped off by a space ship), but the chicken and I are headed off to get the one thing I need before I can jetset to Jamaica with my Frank, should he ever return.
Love always, Lilly