Yesterday morning I got up and went to talk to a lady about apartments. She showed me a studio apartment that is barely larger than my current bedroom (17x17 vs. 12x13 - it should be noted my stuff *definitely does not fit* in said current bedroom) and that has a kitchen even smaller than the one I had in the Whale, for which she would like to ( Read more... )

I am way too old to be this confused about this sort of thing. rly.

HALP.

Ignore last post. all things are shiny.

Dear me,

When in doubt, reference Gmail's search function, you nimrod.

No love,
Me

Dear Me #2,

Emptying the trash folder is a bad idea for this exact situation.

Some love,
Me

Dear LJ,

Thank you for being the thing I record everything in.

Love,
Me

Dear Me #3,

GO TO BED.

Love,
Me

Dear Me,

Stop freaking out. Really. Stop. You're fine. Go to bed. Go to sleep. Relax. And STOP FREAKING OUT. You're not helping anything.

No love,
Me.

I feel like my current mental state and goals are akin to being locked in a pitch-black room, and faced with an enormous tangle of string. This is not just any string, mind. It's a half-dozen to a dozen different balls of string which have become tangled and interconnected into a gigantic knot twice the size of my cat. The string balls are all ( Read more... )

I hurt my own brain. Really.

*kicks self a few times and stomps off to bed*

I am so too neurotic to live.

Dear me,

Stop freaking out.

No love, because you're behaving like a stupid bint,
Me.

My brain is, as per usual, full of thoughts that go FWEEEEEE like blender, as I told wrenbow some months ago when I was more than a touch tipsy. XD Not all of them are fit for public consumption, though (nor for posting from work!) so let's see ( Read more... )

Gil Snapper: Owned ( Read more... )

You can't deal me the aces and think I wouldn't play
Don't let this be the reason you would walk away

~*~

And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you're pretending...

Keep going.