Well, let Danny Tartabull's mom worry about him.
omg you guys. I was trolling the internets and I came across a poster of the Four Aces (madduxglavinesmoltzavery) and I frickin' pawwed at my computer screen. Ugh. This is what happens when I...eat too much pizza. Yes. I am blaming it on that. Damn you melty crispy Domino's pizza! So frickin' cute with each other, I can't stand it.
I am currently loopy on my meds, thus the only reason I will admit such an embarassing experience. In the morning I will regret this post.
So I had a dream that Blair from Gossip Girl was cheating on Nate, or trying to make Nate jealous or WHATEVER. With A-Rod. Like literally, they were making out in my nightmare dream. That's grosser than gross. And yet intriguing in a sick twisted way.
This post has no point, I seriously just wanted to update. Oh, and !world peeps, !David isn't dead. I'm just lazy. Okay? Okay.
Would you all believe I actually wrote a real live paragraph to a real live fic? No, I can barely believe it myself. But apparently I can get inside Clay Buchholz's head easily. Or something.
I'm so cold too, I'm thinking about going to a doctor for it because my hands are frequently ICE cold, no matter how warm the rest of my body is. I'm sure it's probably the fact that I don't excersize/move and thusly have no circulation. I was tested for anemia once because I exhibited many symptons of it but they said I didn't have it. So who knows. All I know is that I'm frickin' freezing and find it impossible to get or stay warm.
Oh, haha go Eagles tomorrow, right? MUST-WIN! or whatever. Bleurgh.
I am currently loopy on my meds, thus the only reason I will admit such an embarassing experience. In the morning I will regret this post.
So I had a dream that Blair from Gossip Girl was cheating on Nate, or trying to make Nate jealous or WHATEVER. With A-Rod. Like literally, they were making out in my nightmare dream. That's grosser than gross. And yet intriguing in a sick twisted way.
This post has no point, I seriously just wanted to update. Oh, and !world peeps, !David isn't dead. I'm just lazy. Okay? Okay.
Would you all believe I actually wrote a real live paragraph to a real live fic? No, I can barely believe it myself. But apparently I can get inside Clay Buchholz's head easily. Or something.
I'm so cold too, I'm thinking about going to a doctor for it because my hands are frequently ICE cold, no matter how warm the rest of my body is. I'm sure it's probably the fact that I don't excersize/move and thusly have no circulation. I was tested for anemia once because I exhibited many symptons of it but they said I didn't have it. So who knows. All I know is that I'm frickin' freezing and find it impossible to get or stay warm.
Oh, haha go Eagles tomorrow, right? MUST-WIN! or whatever. Bleurgh.