So... I'm getting 3 new flatmates... My place is going to be very busy and loud. And messy... This is what I get for finding friends...

'Least one of them is my boyfriend and the other two aren't too bad...

Guess who has to wear a fucking knee brace? I do... Urgh, this sucks... I'd blame Ethan... But it in technicality is my fault.

Fuck, this is really shitty... Another fucking loss... What in the Hell is going on? Maybe I went back to fighting a little too early...

Anyways, good fight, Reeves.

Somebody shoot me, please. And use a decent fucking gun.

Ugh... I'm already completely hating the teacher for my history class... And why in the fuck do I have to study Russian History? I'm fucking Russian, I grew up there... Is it just me or is that fucking stupid ( Read more... )

I know it's biting it close... But I got a gig at The Local Voice tonight, it's in a few hours... Anyone is welcome to come, if they'd like...

I'll being singing some songs I wrote, I'll only have my acoustic... But yeah, come if you want.

Fuck.

I am not supposed to feel like this. About anyone. Nngh... This is really frustrating, I have lots of vodka, anyone want to get pissed with me...?

Hey bitches~!

Yuliya Kuznetsov. Yuya is preferred. 18. St. Joan's. The Russian Fucking Disaster. I fight, I sing, I kick your fucking ass. Chu~

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