I hate family days. My aunt Christine is here for it this time. She's a homophobe and a racist and a thief and an alcoholic, and this is gonna be the first time I'mma move my RHCP CDs from their usual place by my comp to my bedroom. No way in hell am I letting her spot those. Next to my laptop, they're the most valuable thing of mine, but no way in ( Read more... )

Mmm... clarity.
It's a strange thing. Progress progress! But hey, sometimes, progress doesn't do anything, except fuck things up.
Generally, for the past year or so, I've forgone my portable CD player for my mp3 player, ripping the songs off all my CDs and carrying them on my mp3 player at 160kbps. Maybe I soulda made it 192. Or higher. But I didn't ( Read more... )

While I think it was retarded of my school to give us a week off in February for essentially no reason at all, I don't think I'll suffer -too- much. For the first time in a long time, I have a week where I'm not sick, I don't have my period, I don't have to get up at 6:30 in the morning, and my dad isn't home. Almost makes it bearable to know I won ( Read more... )

My lips are chapped. *peels a bit of dead skin off her bottom lip* And this is kinda strange.
I had a dream a little while ago that I was male. I was in some sort of shopping mall or clothing store. There was a nice-looking salesgirl there, near some long, powder-blue dresses. She had wavy, light-blond hair and wore a necklace with pearls in it. I ( Read more... )

Rawr.

Person: How's the assassination going?
Me: quite well. rifle's on airmail.
Person: Wait, bloody hell?
Person: Hell. Damned inebrieation.
Me: which is why the rifle's intended for the ceo of budweiser.
Person: ... Yes. Of course.
((A couple days later...))
Danni: BWAHAHAHAHA Finally! The rifle from airmail! Now I can assassinate the CEO of budweiser ( Read more... )

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( Me and Danni rock. )

I've been listening to so much music this weekend, it's having an effect on me. I listen to songs like Twitch or American Woman and there's this tight, shivery sensation right at the center of my rib cage that's like "dance, move, do -something- or you're going to shatter all over the damn place!"
So, I guess I'm in a good mood. Sitting here with my ( Read more... )

Why the fuck am I so -tired-?

I think Imma go to bed. And its only five. *blinks and yawns*
Guess that's what I get for sleeping an hour last night.
*trudges off to bed sleepily*