I just sat in a freezing car for a half an hour, listening to my mother go on and on about the drama that is ALREADY happening before the cultfamily disasterget-together this weekend for Christmas.

The more I hear/think/worry/stress/speak about it, the more I would like to smash my head onto something. repeatedly.

Preferably something sharp.

*gasp*
Majel Roddenberry, 'First Lady of Star Trek,' dies;;_________ ( Read more... )

*breathes ( Read more... )

Randomly took one of those Keirsey tests from my F-List, since I hadn't taken one in awhile. Mine's changed since I last took it, but not by much. (i think i used to be the healer, but i can't remember. that was back before dad died anyway.)

Your Type is:
PROTECTOR - ISFJ (Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging)
with info here and here if anyone ( Read more... )

( Ugh. )

( Dear good ol body 'o mine, )

Dear left shoulder:
stay where you're supposed to. the socket was made for a damn good reason.

Dear left knee cap:
stay where you're supposed to. popping i can handle. popping and collapsing on me isn't nice. ouch.

Dear throat:
i'm not supposed to sound like that. your coughing makes my ribs hurt. jokes over, cut it out ( Read more... )

I'm stressing again. damnit.

nothing new, right? Although i can at least honestly admit this time that it's neither mine or anyone else's fault. it just...is ( Read more... )

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ugh, man. hellooo weekend ( Read more... )