Why is it that whenever I go into OTR, I get fed alcohol and drugs? I should fucking live here ( Read more... )

Life has been prety rad lately. Got a call back from my landlord who didn't bitch about me moving out by the end of the month, going to move move move boxes tomorrow with Lauren, and wrote a decent poem last night while I was rip snorting drunk as the result of Terrence buying the last two rounds ( Read more... )

I started my lady time yesterday and didn't have any thermacare wraps to snuggle with. It sucked ( Read more... )

Last night was an ongoing game of, "You Cuddle Now!"

My back kind of hurts, but it's nice to be cuddled without asking.

It's also nice to try to pay for breakfast and have the credit card snatched out of your hand by the person who insists on paying.

In other news, you're not going to get cancer from the fucking microwave.

Did I mention how freaking cute I am?

Haha. I so have a Hookerbot 3000. I wrote him a note after I got stoned and drew pretty things on it.

Today was awesome. And chemical-filled. And Kara-filled. And I got called a colour-mixing genius.

I have paint on my hands and yummy yummy yummy I've got drugs in my tummy.

Day: seized.

The only mornings I don't want to kill people are mornings when I wake up with Dan.

"JESUS. AREN'T YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO MY DINOSAURNESS?!?!"

Did I mention how much I hate high school kids ( Read more... )

I lost my cell phone last night and just got a new one courtesy of Moss' sister and her Muslim.

The thing is, I lost all my numbers, too.

So please leave your number in a comment cause I want to call all you bitches.

DO IT!

He's rubbing my shoulders. He's been rubbing my shoulders for about fifteen minutes. He stops and puts his arms around me and I sink into the concave of his body. We think it's time to go to bed. We're tired. Of course ( Read more... )

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