Snot is icky.

The earth says, "Hello."

Life's kinda crazy.

I want to write something, which mayhaps could be a story.

Also, I'd like to sleep.

And I'm feeling heartless--somewhat slightly nearly cruel. If you see me at all in the near future, watch out; I'm likely to bite your head off. Or just glare at you.

How can things be so perfect and completely fucked up at the same time?

It's an awesome thing to actually live your deepest fear. One day, I just might swim, too. :D

Went to the doctor yesterday for me throat an' such. They took my blood and put me on antibiotics that leave a horrid taste in my mouth.

Something icky: my nose has bled twice

Current status of the Cait: happy ( Read more... )

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. I promise to answer all questions truthfully, unless there is a REALLY good reason why not, in which case I will say so.Yeah...so ( Read more... )

Seven or eight months ago, I wanted to die. If I had been inclined to do such things, I'd have prayed for my death. Every morning I when I woke up, I wished I hadn't. I dreaded that I had to go through the motions of another dispassionate day ( Read more... )

Latest edition to my family: Emma. She's a wee kitten, a ball of fur the size of my hand. One look at her, and I was gone. Not just completely smitten, but absolutely in love ( Read more... )

I yelled at the top of my lungs. Yes, it was life-changing. Anyone who wants to visit Heaven, it's in Georgia.

I've brought to light only negativity for the past while, and its effects finally washed ashore this afternoon at work. What can one do when faced with frustration, stress, lack of sleep, anger from others, anger from within oneself, confusion, and uncertainty, other than sit in a corner and cry for a bit? After that wee incident, I once again ( Read more... )

Where to begin?
At the end
Is usually best.
Skip through the rest;
Nothing could
Be as good
As the end
When you begin
Without thought,
As one ought.

Now that'll make you think!