So...I need more posts apparently. And I'd love to write more, only I think my fingers may fall off and do a little dance before leaving me fingerless if I abuse them any further.

Um...I wish I could write something interesting but all I can think of right now is a unicorn shitting out lollipops and as fucked-up as that sounds it's not all that bad ( Read more... )

Boogers.

( boogers? )

Okay, so for those who are not aware (which I think makes up the bulk of whoever might be reading), my womb-emancipation day is arriving. And again for those who don't know, that will give me exactly 16 revolutions of the Earth around the Sun to bear on my shoulders.

That makes me very sad.

( why does that make me sad? )

I don't think there was ever a time that Christmas was so ... yucky, like. I mean, three years ago, everyone was so happy and psyched about the holidays. Santa, cookies, Christmas 'toons on TV and all that misleading commercialization of the holiday.

But now it goes like this: "Christmas? Oh yeah. It was good."

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Okay, okay. It ( Read more... )

I want to remove my skin and step out of my body. Because yes, if I could just be an observer and watch everything as it happens, wouldn't that be so much easier?

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 It's simple math really, children. One negative state + another negative state = badness all around.
( ruar )

( crap, don't click )

 So yes, I am back from my vacation in India and I must say it was disappointing. Yes, it felt more awkward than anything else. That isn't to say I didn't have fun. I mean, I went bowling, traveled, had goat brains (I was so excited that I was able to eat it, I just had to tell everyone!), went to a (gay--I wish) bar and we also have a new house ( Read more... )

 What am I doing?

I'm procrastinating again. 
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And it's not just this. I've written a one-shot in pure procrastination!

I don't think this is healthy. Yeah, I'm pretty sure what I'm doing is totally not good for my well-being. Then again there are a lot of things that are not good for my well-being and yet I still do them. Did I just make sense? No ( Read more... )