Yeah, so I just saw this on Steph's and I think I'm gona do it, too.

( Go here, bitch! )

I really didn't want to update today but I kinda have to being as this counts as homework. Which bites but I need to make it a habit. sigh. Fuck habits. They fucking suck, you know? Yeah ( Read more... )

I don't get it. Why the hell won't people just understand? I mean, I don't even know what the hell I'm trying to get at anymore - nothing makes sense. Really, it doesn't. What the hell are emotions and why the fuck do we have them? They're pointless. They cause pain and lots of it. In comparision to the amount of happiness you feel verses sadness, ( Read more... )

I always update twice a day and I don't know why. There's probably some real reason behind it but I'm too lazy to delve into my subconscious to find it. Besides, it's far too much fun to ponder. Why ruin all of that by actually finding out what the answer is? Bleh, all you answer-ful people are evil. Eevviiil ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if today was good or bad. It didn't really start out either, unlike some days. I mean, sure, I couldn't wake myself up and it was my cat headbutting my ass ( I had sat up when my alarm clock went off and fell back asleep sitting up ) and when I tried to get my CD out of the computer I kept on hitting the wrong button, but I actually ( Read more... )

Actually, I'd say he's smoking pot but putting crack there just seemed better. Told Becca about this ( though I swore she had known before ) after she got a little freaky over the fact that I'm moving. I think she thought I meant moving out of the area or something.

Well, my dad does want to go down Chambersburg... AUGH! NO! I WILL NOT MOVE THERE ( Read more... )

This isn't my real entry for the day - I really have to pee and I'm putting this up so that I don't forget. I've been having some really fucking up dreams lately. Here they are ( at least the ones that I can remember ):

Harry Potter?It started out with me and one of my best friends, Amy, sitting in... a room. It wasn't my room and it wasn't her ( Read more... )

Wow, I'm just making myself depressed today. I completely forgot about this biographical sketch that you needed to do about someone until Steph, thankfully, reminded me so I wrote this about my brother:

( In His Shadow )

I'm really worried about one of my dogs. I have two of them, a black lab-irish hunter mutt named Crusher ( she's a bitch ) and a german shepard named Troi ( another bitch... literal bitch ). Troi's a year older than Crusher, 9. Or 10. I can't remember. But she's getting old and I'm getting worried about her ( Read more... )

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