AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I don't have a side of a mountain so the internet it is. (blah)

and sick

and throwing up

and period

and tired

and jealous

and lonely

and miss-ey (My finicky psych professor would tell me this is not a real word, that the above covers it.  But lonely is a state of being, miss needs a DOoA and that makes it accurate.)

and

and

and

Someone take this journal away from me

(But I did finish that stupid ( Read more... )

So many stupid things the brain wants to say, but not tonight. Instead just, ow

Ow, ow, ow, ow ow ow. Ow.

so many things

So last day of 2012 - it's been an interesting year. My highest highs and lowest lows (ever, I might hazard). So I'm half incredibly sorry to see it go and half good fucking riddance ( Read more... )

Fuck you doubly LJ, for making me rethink the post and then posting it anyway. 

It's not the laptop's fault, do not throw the laptop. It's not the laptop's fault, do not throw the laptop.

asdfasfl;awflj'ladkfksklfs/fma/dsmf/dsmf/ds,fmjabdkkfasjdfadsbdsv.

Foot - mouth, foot- fingers. Fist-gut. Sleepless

it just eats and eats away 

Pairing: Dean/Balth
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 175
Summary: They're always pushing, maybe towards nothing at all. 
Inspired by this http://the-winnowing-wind.tumblr.com/post/36814726892( Well, are you going to play? )