Dear Doppelgangers,

Moving again.  Don't follow unless you were invited.  
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It's almost 11PM, and I'm in David's dorm.  Third night in a row.  No sex, just...  fun?  Anime, computer games, D & D/Magic talk, books, warmth, and now pizza.  I love living somewhere that delivery is available.  I love being here.  I had dinner with the freshmen D & D campaign tonight, for the second night in a row.  My psych class was wonderful ( Read more... )

My MySpace account got purged, and I can't remember who the fuck was on my friends list...  I'm too tired.  If you were on the list, or want to be, just go add me.  I don't have the time for this right now.  My display name is Laney Undead, as always, so you can search me under that.

Fuck.

Funny how we humans work.

Everyday, I pick up the dark arts just a little more.  I wonder how much of me will remain intact?  No better weapon than a sharp edged tongue, I do believe.

So, really, this is fantastic.  I am not at odds with everything, finally.  As much as I don't enjoy the idea of being medicated, this past week has been the first in six or so years that I have woken up, and been okay with it.  The world may still be daunting, but I'm not completely disabled at the very thought of joining it ( Read more... )

Everyone who has decided they hate me can go fuck themselves.  Really.  I actually like my life, for the first time basically ever ( Read more... )

I am moved in.  My roommate's something of a retarded alcoholic, but she doesn't have brains enough to be anything but sweet.
In other news, Macy's has offered me the position, as long as the Estee Lauder Rep who's phone interviewing me on Tuesday, approves.

There are distinguished citizens in our midst, apparently.

Someone should call me for phone ( Read more... )

Today was pretty goddamn great.  Rarity, haha ( Read more... )

Purchases in the last four days...  Vaguely for my own reference, also for the makeup addicts on my friends list ( Read more... )

What I do now is no different than what I did before--not because I consider the circumstances the same, but because this is how I am.  Of course, there are lingering moments, but there is nothing desired any longer.  Masks have slipped and shattered; what's left is a monster too offensive to hold itself at night, much less bask in the warmth of a ( Read more... )