I'm going out tonight and I'm fairly certain it's a date. My mother is very concerned. I've apparently been troubling since my 21st ( Read more... )

So, I'm not dead ( Read more... )

I can't seem to work up a decent panic attack anymore. Is it wrong that I find this a bit of a disapointment? I shattered a glass at work, a thousand tiny pieces in my neck and arms. Only one of them big enough to make me bleed, but still. What could have happened, you know? And then I spent the rest of the night half way there. Would've prefered ( Read more... )

MY cell phone ring tone is "Moneymaker" by Rilo Kiley. Cause I can't figure out how to assign ringtone with my new phone because that might be possible and a song about porn just seems right for everyone ( Read more... )

I just fixed the brakes on my bike in less than 15 minutes. I'm gonna bask in this glorious slory for a bit. And then watch Red Eye. And the Inland Empire. David Lynch! Yay!

I may buy a truck. It's red. We'll see tomorrow.

I dropped a shelf on my big toe at work today, and it's still bleeding. And ouchie. *sigh ( Read more... )

SO I had a fight with my mother this morning ( Read more... )

I drove to Freeport yesterday. I must note, in case any of you get directions from my father, Freeport is not "out past Seminole". Yes, it is further to the right of me than Seminole. But by many towns. Out past Seminole is a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad direction, and my cell phone had no reception and I feel so incredibly stupid and sad ( Read more... )

That's a lie. I've dug up roots and centipede grass and a rather stubborn stump that does not end ( Read more... )

I've decided I'm getting a tattoo for my birthday.

Also, The Mountain Goats are my new favorite band.

Oh! And we found a bunny. I think his name is Joaquin, but it may be Happiness. Because Bunnies? They just want to be held. Least demandind animals ever.