I knew it would fuck shit up!!! I used to care about being hated, and now it doesn't matter. This is what having only a few people close does to you.

New account. Go find it, AKA check your friends list.
A-OK. Out. Later. :]

The next day the phone rang again. "I read your ad," she said. "I teach yoga." "Oh?" "Yes, I teach exercise and meditation." "Oh?" "You're a writer?" "Yes." "What do you write about?" "Oh, god, I don't know. Bad as it sounds: Life...I guess." "That doesn't sound bad. Does it include sex?" "Doesn't life?" "Sometimes. Sometimes not ( Read more... )

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And I bought some other things, too. In fact, I had a lovely time finding/purchasing clothes for the impending Model Congress trip (hoo-rah, bills on hybrid cars!). Also, I found my lemon poster at Ikea for only $2. You guys should come over, really, there's a huge picture of two lemons on my wall now. And one of a huge green parrot. I think I ( Read more... )

GOD I AM SUCH A FUCKING TOOL.

Five things about me you might not know:
1. I don't really like dogs. At all.
2. I have a red sofa in my bedroom.
3. I used to be a hardcore figure skater and gymnast!
4. I haven't bought a new pair of pants since May.
5. I don't like candy canes or candy corn.

Oh, and consider yourselves all tagged.

Surprisingly, I listen to more than just pop-punk.
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