oh shiiiiiit
I swear to God, I just went to the bathroom and my shit smelled like Tabasco sauce. I have no idea why -- I don't remember the last time I ate something with hot sauce on it.
Also: I haven't washed my hair in like, five days, because I am enjoying watching it get dirtier, and I like waking up and looking in the mirror to see how it has changed over night. Yup.
/ special girl.
I'm moving on Tuesday and I haven't started packing yet. I have boxes and whatever, but I really don't want to pack because I hate packing, and it's not fun, and I don't really have enough space for boxes in this fucking tiny apartment anyway. Plus, packing is depressing and depressing things are stupid. UUUUGH.
Did you know that using a "texture" as an icon can look really cool? Really cool and minimalist? Well, it can!
Hey, also! The class of Smith '09 graduates tomorrow and I am full of retarded amounts of sadness over this. First of all, it marks a year since my graduation (more or less), and serves as a reminder of how excitingly useless I am. Secondly, it makes me weepy because I cannot go, and probably wouldn't go even if I could because I would just end up crying the whole time, and no one likes a weepy bitch in a sundress.
So that's that story.
I wrote some twisted Kirk/Spock/Uhura, and you can read it right here!
I think this icon is highly hilarious considering the immature classlessness of this post.
Also: I haven't washed my hair in like, five days, because I am enjoying watching it get dirtier, and I like waking up and looking in the mirror to see how it has changed over night. Yup.
/ special girl.
I'm moving on Tuesday and I haven't started packing yet. I have boxes and whatever, but I really don't want to pack because I hate packing, and it's not fun, and I don't really have enough space for boxes in this fucking tiny apartment anyway. Plus, packing is depressing and depressing things are stupid. UUUUGH.
Did you know that using a "texture" as an icon can look really cool? Really cool and minimalist? Well, it can!
Hey, also! The class of Smith '09 graduates tomorrow and I am full of retarded amounts of sadness over this. First of all, it marks a year since my graduation (more or less), and serves as a reminder of how excitingly useless I am. Secondly, it makes me weepy because I cannot go, and probably wouldn't go even if I could because I would just end up crying the whole time, and no one likes a weepy bitch in a sundress.
So that's that story.
I wrote some twisted Kirk/Spock/Uhura, and you can read it right here!
I think this icon is highly hilarious considering the immature classlessness of this post.