I got 99 donuts 'cause a bitch ate one.
Here. Have some sentences:
Been working nights. For six weeks. *_* Coffee and I have become the best of friends. As have all nine of the guys I work with and the hilarious lesbian who I share a hotel room with.
I was seconds away from revamping my Livejournal layout when I spied some Uryu fanart on capslock_bleach. *sigh* It's not easy being a fangirl.
I've also been rewatching all the Cirque du Soleil I can get my hands on, which is a considerable amount. I've loved every show I've ever seen, but Varekai is my favorite. I've rediscovered one act that I'm sure is the reason most people think the Cirque is fuckin' weird. I'm looking at you, juggler from Dralion.
We're FINALLY moving out in a few weeks. For serious. Into a proper house, too. I'd be more excited, but I'm coming down off a salad-bowl-of-Crunch-Berries-&-three-cups-of-coffee high.
AWA TIME YOU WHORES! I can't freaking wait. But I will. Don't really have a choice. Not until I finish this time machine, anyway.
I've just noticed that I'm not really saying much. I don't feel compelled to blog as much, I suppose. Spouting personal bullshit to strangers that don't give a fuck... OH GOD AM I GROWING UP PLEASE NO.
Thanks for reading. I promise I'll be back at some point in the future. Or the past. This blueprint is fucking confusing. Anyone know how to read Gallifreyan?
Been working nights. For six weeks. *_* Coffee and I have become the best of friends. As have all nine of the guys I work with and the hilarious lesbian who I share a hotel room with.
I was seconds away from revamping my Livejournal layout when I spied some Uryu fanart on capslock_bleach. *sigh* It's not easy being a fangirl.
I've also been rewatching all the Cirque du Soleil I can get my hands on, which is a considerable amount. I've loved every show I've ever seen, but Varekai is my favorite. I've rediscovered one act that I'm sure is the reason most people think the Cirque is fuckin' weird. I'm looking at you, juggler from Dralion.
Click to viewWe're FINALLY moving out in a few weeks. For serious. Into a proper house, too. I'd be more excited, but I'm coming down off a salad-bowl-of-Crunch-Berries-&-three-cups-of-coffee high.
AWA TIME YOU WHORES! I can't freaking wait. But I will. Don't really have a choice. Not until I finish this time machine, anyway.
I've just noticed that I'm not really saying much. I don't feel compelled to blog as much, I suppose. Spouting personal bullshit to strangers that don't give a fuck... OH GOD AM I GROWING UP PLEASE NO.
Thanks for reading. I promise I'll be back at some point in the future. Or the past. This blueprint is fucking confusing. Anyone know how to read Gallifreyan?