I am utterly incapable of being smart. No, I'm serious. Why am I in college? How did I make it this far undetected? Cause seriously folks, there is no brain matter in here AT ALL.

I am considering a career in surrogate motherhood? Brick laying? Biohazard cleanup?

Pillow stuffing. Someone does that, right? That sounds luxurious. I'll do that.

Like the guy who came into my room through my fire-escape while I was at class, tore apart my room, took my brand-new 300 dollar ipod, peeked out through my door, saw that my housemate was in the shower, stole his laptop and wallet, and then proceeded to leave. Well, at least he had the courtesy to close the door on his way out.

Let the straw-grasping begin ( Read more... )

The bed in this picture belongs to me. Also, the man in it ( Read more... )

Uh oh.

I like him. I like him a whole darn lot.

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If you were to name my memoir, or a chapter in it...how the hell would you do it?

And no, this is not a meme, it's a freaking assignment due tomorrow! Shite.

01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song(s) remind me of you.
03. Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
04. Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. Put this in your journal.

Sooooooooo.....
hmmm.
well...
I guess it's like this:
I am not a doormat. Yes, I was stepped on and continue to love the shoe, but hey. It's complicated. And I'm working on it.

In other news, I've lost 10 pounds. In 5 days. No good, I know, but DAMN! Buhbye potbelly. Thank you miracle sadness diet.

It's funny how quickly the bullshit creeps up on you. I have no job, what feels like few friends, and a pretty solid notion that I'll soon have no boyfriend. Watch out chocolate of the universe, here I come.