I think it's about time to update this shit. Lifethings first.

So Stephanie and the Bay are still living in my house. My camera skills pretty much revolve around my ability to take a picture of two babies not flailing around like, well, babies. The Bay helps. He has the unique ability to pose for a picture while we all wait around for the Wiws to ( Read more... )

So I pretty much live on Twitter these days. Update that on the regular. I am seriously on LJ every day but never get around to actually updating. I mean, I have the time, and I read everyone else's shit, I just never bother with myself.

The quick and painless? Good music, good choreography, good mo-nay, good iffy health, 99 problems but a bitch ( Read more... )

So I have a new tattoo. Brings the grand total to two and they're both Kpop related and totally fanatical and I just don't care about who judges me for it. Because fuck you. My body, my choices, me dealing with the consequences. It's not like I'm tattooing a dick to my forehead or something. Not that's an idea ( Read more... )

Okay I'm really trying here. I think I write more in my fic rec emails to my sister than I do on here and Twitter combined. But let's see what I can cover right now ( Read more... )

Didn't update for the entire month of May. I'm clearly on top of things and totally in control of my life and choices. And of course by that I mean I'm completely and totally not but shit there's really not anything I can do about it.

Work is a lot of, well, work and my insurance is shitting it's liquid load all over my poor defenseless chest and ( Read more... )

If you follow me on Twitter, than you totally know what EXO has done to me as a failed specimen of person, and for my epic amounts of creepiness, I apologize. Not sorry, though. If you're with me on this, awesome. Good. Awesome. If you're not, that's cool too. I respect your self-control and your ability to keep your dignity in tact. You should ( Read more... )

Here's your icons. I hope you're happy because I'm not and want to purge my eyes and I may never go to tumblr again. I feel dirty. I feel used.

( and in case anyone else cares but doesn't pay attention to familial politics, these are blood money Ren icons for the dirty Ren loving slut who lives downstairs )

I'm so tired and medicated but I can't sleep. It's like hell. This is hell. I'm going to get two hours of sleep and then I'm going to have to work all day. And you know what? I'm going to spend an assload of money on shit I don't need so when I get home from work sometime two weeks from now after going through this exact same series of events again ( Read more... )

Found the bed frame and mattresses I want. Still convinced it shouldn't be such a bullshit process, but whatever. Now I just have to clean and spackle the walls in my room, then paint them, then move my old bed out and then I can actually buy my new bed. It'll be worth it to cover my entire bed in pillows and swim around in it like I'm five or a ( Read more... )

Why is it so god damn difficult to purchase a bed frame? I have the money for one. I have the money for mattresses, too. Throw some new sheets on that shit and we're in fucking business. But I just can't pick one that I want. And I know exactly dick about mattresses and firmness or whatever, so I'm so lost ( Read more... )