A weekend update.
Last night, my mom and her ex-boyfriend (who I hate, btw) got back together. I didn't yell (or say anything, actually). Nor did my jaw hit the floor. My eyebrows just disappeared into my hair. I never thought they would be seen again. Shit. This is fucked up. Not what's supposed to happen.
Also: Clare and Brooke started a band. Trust me, I use the term vair, vair loosely here. They "rap" and it's called Suicidal Bonerz. I shit you not.
Oy vey. I'm "writing" my China template. And dying. I haaaaaaate China. Well, not China itself, just anything that has to be written about China. I had a mental breakdown last time I had to write a China template. And that one didn't have to be tenfuckingpages.
Oh hell. In the wise, wise words of Tori, "porque my life?"