Tell me it isn't so!
Livejournal layouts are such a pain in the ass. Going back to default is just calling my name.
Today I went out to a Mexican restaurant for a friend's birthday. I also accidentally convinced people that I was addicted to chocolate. Which gets stranger if they are one of the ones that think chocolate is a substitute for sex. I also chew ice, which some think is a sign of sexual frustration, as I've been told every other meal in the cafeteria.
Aaaand I officially hate Freudian psychology.
Earlier in the day I learned that my friend's girlfriend is getting published and I almost died right then and there of jealousy. You have no idea. One of my roommates says she's never seen me as excited as I was when I was asking him questions about her. I wanted to know every last detail, and each detail killed me more. She's going to be in bookstores and I don't even have a draft of anything. For shame! Death fall unto me with haste! (Et cetera.)
Today I went out to a Mexican restaurant for a friend's birthday. I also accidentally convinced people that I was addicted to chocolate. Which gets stranger if they are one of the ones that think chocolate is a substitute for sex. I also chew ice, which some think is a sign of sexual frustration, as I've been told every other meal in the cafeteria.
Aaaand I officially hate Freudian psychology.
Earlier in the day I learned that my friend's girlfriend is getting published and I almost died right then and there of jealousy. You have no idea. One of my roommates says she's never seen me as excited as I was when I was asking him questions about her. I wanted to know every last detail, and each detail killed me more. She's going to be in bookstores and I don't even have a draft of anything. For shame! Death fall unto me with haste! (Et cetera.)