For the record, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.

I went to a concert and all of the cute girls were there with each other.

Everyone talks about "love at first sight," what about love at last sight?

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Livejournal: For when you're too fucking emo for facebook.

Contrary to what you might have heard, getting hit by a car while riding a bike isn't very much fun, even when it's relatively slow speed and the worst results seem to be a bent front wheel and a bruise knee.

Oh, and for the none of you keeping score at home, I'm off the drugs because they didn't seem to be doing enough to justify the side effects.

Of course, now I'm back to having trouble getting out of bed most mornings.

This shit is not getting any easier.

Birthdays are fucking depressing.

I want to meet somebody. Meet; they meant “mate.” I want to mate somebody. “Meet” was the future subjunctive of “mate,” in the mood of desire.