I sort of really miss my old room sometimes.
In regards to recent on-line drama, I find it within a reasonable span of self respect to occasionally show some defense for your friends or at least, in one of the rarest occasions, for yourself. I have many aspects of my personality I am demanded to change on a daily basis but that's one of the aspects I would never sacrifice because of the influence of anyone else. My outward response to the deprecation of my personality and/or friend's of mine is violence. I will threaten to fucking strangle you. (And chances are if you piss me off enough, I actually will attempt to.)
In other news, Erica Ballard has the cutest fucking cat I've ever fucking seen in my entire life. It made Nazi-esque Marlton policemen drop to their knees and stroke it. This kitty is powerful.
I get a big fat paycheck tomorrow.
I need some tattoo places to check out and talk with their artists, I want to get this done while I have the cash. Where have you guys got your stuff done?
Off to shower and hang out with friends and friends and friends.