Why does the world want to hurt me? Why are people always doing things that annoy me, like existing when I want them to be dead? What is it with stupid people and their whole having to be alive thing? I call that selfish ( Read more... )

I swear, that spider is trying to embarrass me. It's playing mind-games with me, lurking in odd corners and skittering past when my back is turned, so I just see it out of the corner of my eye. I'm too paranoid to do my washing up, and my damn pie is still in the fridge.

I hate you, spider.

I bet it's on a mission from David Blaine.

You know, I don't think I'm an especially bad person. I mean, sure, I could probably stand to spend more time studying and less time reading slashy fanfiction, and I'm sure it's not very moral of me to use my parent's credit cards to buy myself things from Amazon and blame it on my brothers, but still, I do my part to make the world a better place ( Read more... )

Watched the Richard Roxburgh version of Hound of the Baskervilles this evening, despite Jonathan's dire warnings that doing so would cause my head to explode/give me cancer/result in millions of David Blaine clones ( Read more... )