Livejournal makes breakups even more complicated.

Because now if I try to leave a comment on someone's journal, I have to witness stupid flirting when I still haven't completely gotten rid of the "mine" thing.

Damnit.

I am in Seattle until Tuesday.

This may be the last time for a while, so if you wanna hang out, call me.

206-351-0125

I enjoy the following ( Read more... )

Well, where to begin ( Read more... )

First of all, life sucks right now.

I have no car, I'm borrowing my dad's broken-ass celebrity that... let's see... what was it, exactly.... oh, yes, "Leaks oil out the valves." Motherfuck.

I've gotten two minors since I got home, and have consumed alcohol exactly 3 times. Two out of three ain't bad, right?

And go ahead and tell me that I should ( Read more... )

So I'm not sure if I'll have a computer when I get home or not ( Read more... )

I just played a typing game online.

For the fun of it.

For about an hour.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!

Wow...

So Friday.

:/

Is it fucked up that I almost wish I could trade places with the woman that was killed ( Read more... )

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY ( Read more... )