Coworkers are generally a loud, chatty group, but I swear they are twice as talky on Fridays.

I don't like Fridays very much because everyone is so much louder and chattier than normal.

I wish I had the words to describe my sexuality, or lack thereof, but whilst I'm sure that somewhere on the internet someone has created a succinct title for what I am I don't know what it is and so I am feeling increasingly confused by myself.

I don't want to go to school for ten hours and would rather spend my day cuddling the cat.

I'm annoyed and confused that I can't seem to find a single damn torrent for the complete second half of S6 Doctor Who.

Crippling neurological fault, you are cordially invited to bite my furry green ass, because I have made COOKIES.

I really do need to clean all the things today though, and that's hateful.

I just want to find out what's happening, but I don't feel brave enough to make the phone call that will tell me what's happening.

My quest for a new icon brought me to this picture.

 Today was a typical Monday.