All I ever wanted was a fucking explanation.

So my parents got another dog, who's name is tentatively "Frank", as that's what the owner named him for a week. Very cute dog, about half the size of Caesar, so he's roughly around 16 - 17 pounds. Not loud at all, very mild-mannered. Usually dogs with Terrier in them tend to be a bit more hyperactive. I was somewhat worried that he would freak ( Read more... )

Tired as the driving force is failing in my palms. I know now, and I don't know. I guess I am unsure. I'm unaware. I'm pretty much nothing in particular. But I think that I'm pretty much on to the train, and heading north. I'm heading out, I'm not coming back. I guess I'm just not going to be coming back here anymore.

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I give our AC about another week. When you can KICK the mother fucker, and it stops making noise, you know you're in trouble.

Bathed in sweat and sticky spine. Mark my outlook, keep on looking down. If tomorrow I rise again, a linchpin to hold me firm. Safety first, breathe fast, and make the scene last, last, last. I'm woven in clover, and dying from affection. Offer me chemical redemption, your fading attention. Make my nights falter, only harder to see the ( Read more... )

In response to not being around, turning off my phone, and having an away message up for nearly 3 days, here's what's gone on ( Read more... )

I call 1st. They give me the wrong person. Gets my name and number, says someone will call. I'm not optimistic. First chance to see Doctor about my throat/lymphnodes/sinuses/ears is tomorrow at 10:30.

I'm going to lay down, fuck the rest of this week.

AC is dead.

Again.

Fuckers need to replace the unit.

They won't.

I think I'm getting sick.

Not sure.

They want ME to fix the kitchen.

Like I have any idea how.

Great week, let me tell you.

I feel like cutting my hair again