Our school now has a Gay-Straight Alliance, and I am part of it. I've never been this proud to be part of a community before.

(Also, insert squee that Hot Dykey Girl friended me on Facebook.)

I would've been in bed by one but I kept rolling over onto my hand and feeling the wounds protest; at midnight my fingers had oozed so much I had to change the bandages ( Read more... )

I was unaware that it was possible to have this much phlegm in your throat and not drown. I practically sound like I'm speaking Welsh whenever I talk ( Read more... )

Virtually everything I own now is clean. My desk, my floor, my clothes, my snake's cage, my sheets, my dishes, my body. The only things left are the fish tank and one of my bookshelves, and that can suck it. Of course, my mother would say that unless they're all clean, they're not clean at all (the look she gives me upon entering my dorm room, ( Read more... )