I won't be updating here any more ( Read more... )

I just paid 40 bucks for motherfucking Yu-Gi-Oh cards on Ebay. I'm pretty sure I'm the best goddamn big sister in the entire world.

Course, Ari will be turning over his allowance to me for the next month or so, but still. I'm way too nice.

Buying love. It's the American tradition.

I have found that there is no better music to clean to than Abba. Mopping to the tune of Dancing Queen just doesn't feel like work, you know ( Read more... )

Okay. I bought the paint, and the stencil, and I gave it a try, and I have to say... this fucking rocks. I cannot stop stenciling things onto canvas. It is bloody addictive ( Read more... )

You know, if in, like, ten years time, I was single and two gay boys came to me and asked me to have a baby for them, I probably would ( Read more... )

Oh, I don't know. I dyed my hair red on Friday. It looks practically the same. I cut my nails off, because they were looking nasty, and so now my fingertips feel naked, and they're sore. I am obsessed with Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town. I love my cows just a bit too much, and I feel that all the work I'm putting towards making Ann my ( Read more... )

It's kind of depressing how many people think of me as just a little idiot.

It's my own fault, I suppose. I stopped identifying myself as smart a long time ago. Easier to fit in. That was at 16. Now, when it might be okay to be smart, no one will believe me.

At least my parents still think I'm a genius. A bum... but a genius bum.

The Russian spam proved to be too much for me... finally... so, I had to change my e-mail account. Fortunately, I have a paid account with fastmail, so I could change the account name without actually getting rid of the account itself. It will keep the other account as an alias for a while, but I plan on ditching it quite soon. If you aren't ( Read more... )

Unemployment means that you get to spend a lot of quality time with The Cosby Show ( Read more... )

Another day, another pissant library page job to apply for. Selling my soul for 7 bucks an hour. Remember when I was making 11? Ah, those were the days.

Bastard.