Hungover may not be a good feeling - and it was a very bad idea with my screwy kidneys - but it was worth it. It usually is. Especially when you have a fat, orange cat who will cuddle with you while you watch "The Golden Girls" and nibble on saltine crackers. A cat who also tries to eat flies and fails miserably <3 The dogs are better at it than ( Read more... )

Twenty-one years old today, and I think that overall I fail at my twenty-first birthday. Most people would get some sort of trashed or, you know, at least succeed at finishing one drink. But me? I order pretty much the sissiest drink in the place (a Sex on the Beach) and finish just about half of it by the end of dinner. And that was all I drank of ( Read more... )

Firstly, I decided to do an icon remake. Mostly. About ten or twelve of my older ones remained because I like them way too much (like the ones Ashlee made me ( Read more... )

It seems like good things are happening for all of my friends, and you know what? I'm glad that they are, I truly am. My brother would call me a liar at this point and say I could never be happy for someone else unless I was having the best day ever, but he's just a little pest like that. I'm thrilled that Mandy gets to come back next semester ( Read more... )

This turned out to be one of my longer posts, so I took the liberty of hiding it all underneath of a oh-so-lovely cut. That way it won't take up too much space on anyone's friend page. Just follow the link to learn all about my weekend...

( It was all Cyndi's idea. )

My alarm clock goes off at one minute to ten o'clock ( Read more... )