I'm eating the last slice of birthday cake left over from last Sunday. The cake itself was a sight to see. My mother's humor does not fit her age. It's wonderful.
When do you say enough? When is the right time to stop accecpting the same old apologies for the same old outcome of every new fight? When do you say goodbye to someone you care about that you just can't deal with anymore
( Read more... )
I spent five plus hours on a piece. I thought it was pretty good. Interesting yet had room to grow for next week. And what do I get? A swollen hand and a harsh crit. Thanks.
You're going down. I swear it. Richard, I will win.
I hate how easily I fall asleep on public transit.
I hate not knowing what to say to you right now because I feel bad about my lack of consideration but at the same time I was hurt by your immature actions.
I hate that you want me when you're drunk but never when you're sober.