used to be one of the rotten ones ( Read more... )

Work bugged the hell out of me today. Ten hours, two days in a row, is actually pretty exhausting. I suppose it didn't help that I was at a party last night, but regardless, it was long, tiring, and now, to satiate intense hunger pains, I am resorting to eating Pop Tarts. This is not something I embrace with anything resembling warmth. I do this ( Read more... )

Who's kicking the internet's ass from a spiffy new laptop his parents bought him for some reason?

Oh yeah.

I find that when I have no complaints in life, I have little urge to write here. I do not know what this represents--nor do I particularly care. Because I've been very happy lately, and really, why worry about an online journal that has caused me more frustration than anything else? Exactly. I don't ( Read more... )

I am so fucking lucky.

Well. That was a trip. Cool.

Everything has hit me perfectly the last half-hour, and I realize, in a way, my life could not be any better. For all of the flaws I perceive and allow to hold me from whatever serenity I'm being delayed from, I am living in a life that would be envied by others. But not just in a ridiculous, starving-African-children-live-in-hell-you-bourgeosie- ( Read more... )

Well, that was retarded.

Wow. Just wow ( Read more... )

This is my last indulgence, and then I'm through with this Live Journal drama bullshit ( Read more... )