My left pointer finger is skinned and bleeding.

BLEEDING!

I'm officially a boxer.

I'm cold. I'm so cold I'm considering unpacking my recently packed tank tops and use them as undershirt.

Hey, it could work: they come in an array of colours, and are either cotton, rayon, silk or a combination of these. I sorta don't want to bust out the wool or acrylic sweaters in mid-October, y'know?

Adult life made a call this morning, in the ( Read more... )

Why does everything have to be so complicated all the fucking time?

WHY?

ARGH!

Then, again...

*concocts new schedule*

..."Nope, it's just your mind playing tricks on you. Come on! Why are you stopping ( Read more... )