I have a huge gash on my chin from a bike accident, fun painful acne popping up right in the middle of my face, a sty that's making my right eye swell half-closed, and an infected spider bite on my wrist.

This is fun.

Not. 

This is my 1,200th entry.  My first entry is from March 2002 and it contains the words "happy hardcore", so I'll spare you a rehash. The archive link is right there if you're really curious.

I'm kind of low today, so instead of wasting this momentous moment wallowing, I'm going to reprint the buck-up-Tiger horoscope from this week and call it a day ( Read more... )

My life is strange and hilarious and wonderful and tearful and difficult and insane and beautiful -- and I wouldn't have it any other way.

These underpants are now retired.


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I'm so sick right now, guys. My fever broke on Monday, but I can't stand up for long periods of time, still. And I did notice a bit of blood in that gunk I coughed up this morning. Sexy ( Read more... )

Both shows were amazing. I even got to talk to Distance (squee!) 'cause I wanted to thank him for playing Mistral. The not-date was most assuredly a not-date. This is good. I have a new going out partner and that's definitely enough. And he was really, really into the music, which is exactly what I need in a dancing buddy. Still, no one can replace ( Read more... )

We'll see what happens now...

We're in a huge fight.

I don't know what to do.

He leaves town on Thursday. If it's not fixed by then, I don't know what I'll do.

I'm stressed the fuck out -- work, relationships, money, family, frickin' everything. Good thing I have yoga class tonight. I find that by Thursday, I'm ready to KILL after a week without class. I wish I could afford to go on Tuesdays, too. One day maybe I won't be poor! Hey, a girl can dream ( Read more... )

You know what I miss?

Passion.

Sigh.