Last night I had a dream that we had a second memorial for my little sister. In the dream, it was eight months after her death, even though right now it's six. It was so weird. Everything kept going wrong. People got up to speak and messed up and cursed. I passed out a tin of cookies that had my Venus razor replacement cartridges in it. Like, there ( Read more... )

Is it sad that I've spent at least 50% of my time signed in here choosing and switching themes? I'm not generally so superficial. I mean I'm an overweight girl who never wears makeup or plucks her eyebrows, and wears the first thing she finds in the morning (usually unmatched, and wrinkled- but generally comfy). So why do I care so much about my ( Read more... )