I've been making progess. Smiling, I finally can see the road-markers along the way.

There is not a single fucking thing that I can do about the reason I feel so shitty. Not one.

FUCKFDBGJDSBGJFHJGKGHDFHKJGDF

appreciate the shine.

I'm having a hard time distinguishing whether or not this down-pour of emotions is to be attributed to the four hours of sleep I got last night or the 8-5/6-10 work-day. Thursday is known as "shit-day". Everybody knows that, except for the 'friends' I haven't seen in months who don't and probably won't know how I found myself here. Miserable. Tired ( Read more... )

 a dedication to a clock that reads: "get off your ass and make a grown-up out of yourself."
the battery's been dead and it's equipped with useless, idle hands.
'Til now.

 4/25/11
moar writing
only over shannononono.tumblr.com
moar work to do

humorous, smart, adorable, easy-going, happy. all i'm looking for.

 KAYLEE FOUND THE TICKETMASTER GIFT CARD I GAVE HER FOREVER AGO, WE'RE GOING TO AM!

 The idea of putting one's own wants, needs, and personal benefit before that of another has been a topic of conversation on and off for at least a month or two now with Dante. It's pretty ironic for my side of the fence. it's just something I feel most people wouldn't verbally touch upon, especially me. AHHHHHHHH. I don't have that "go-getter" ( Read more... )

 I got work to do, son.