holy fuck, i have no idea how that many people made that amount of mess ( Read more... )

tonight lee and mara were at work ( Read more... )

i am so effing sick [again ( Read more... )

there are no words for what i feel about this week.
i just want summer
nights that start at 1 and end at 6
swimming in ponds and cutting my feet on stones [instead of glass and dancefloor splinters]
moonlight and dew instead of flurries and fluorescents

ahhh i dont know
i could go so many places with this and i think i just won't bother
i don't want to ( Read more... )

i think my dad is on paxel
something is not right

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i hate sleeping post spoonage
last night was fun
starbucks you done good.

poor poor nic.

and everybody i drunk dialed.

number one pet peeve are old people who cant use the fucking computer and therefore think it's your fault if you aren't willing to drop EVERYTHING to send their emails, receive their emails and print their emails ( Read more... )

I feel........
strange

and I think I may be having an anxiety attack.

maybe the shovelling?

I think I'll run away.

my dad's laughter sounds like i do when I'm bawling
it kind of weirds me out.

( and to learn uselessness about me so that i can waste time. )

okay..
the details released in regards to the samantha walsh killing are a little terrifying..
he was eating fried chicken with rcmp officers several hours after burying her body?
what the fuck.