This? Is totally my anthem.
End of story.

It was a heart attack.
That bastard had a heart attack. You would think that some just don't have hearts, and then they surprise you by dying because theirs broke.

Mr. Crawford was 52 years old, broken down from three strokes, a pace maker, and god knows what else. He was decent enough when he was alive... most of the time. Suppose that's me now too ( Read more... )

The thing I hate the most about... this time is that I can't always sleep the morning after. You know? 
I mean... I haven't slept more than an hour since Monday... and I'm still awake.

Could be worse though.

I think I want to kiss him.. maybe.
Probably shouldn't .

but I do.

One of the good things about not having... you know.
That time of the month anymore is I can use it as an excuse during... this time of the month.

After all, it feels the same... just worse.

One moment I want to curl up and die, and just cry until the word ends or the moon has passed, the next moment I've bleached and scrubbed the entire kitchen ( Read more... )

This? Is me- getting a date.
Oh hell yes.

I just need to find something to wear now that isn't scrubs.

We'll see how that goes.

Okay- LESSON TIME
I was trying to read Twilight for research.

NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN.

...it was worse than the Goosebumps book.

because seriously, if I was a lion? I'd eat the damn whiny ass lamb.

Okay, so you know how I moved last weekend?
I've still got the old apartment for a weekend, so I think- what the hell.

Costume party.

....then a guy who claims to be a vampire shows up.
WTF

ps: he also wants to fuck mice. O_o

This is me? NEVER going outside again.
These things are fucking huge!

They could eat you!

what the fuck.

[sws]