Today was crap.  It actually has a lot to do with the fact that a year ago today was when we had to take Rio and Mickey to Lollypop Farm.  It may not seem like I have any right to feel so horrible, but how would you feel?  All I have to do is think of Rio, or look at a picture of him and I'll remember everything.  Every goddamn thing.  I'll ( Read more... )

Sorry I haven't updated this in a while... I was too busy having the best fucking week of my life!!

Words cannot describe how great this week was. I mean, no period of time has ever been so wonderful, with the exception of maybe 2003 as a year in general. Because that was a damn good year.

Anyways. It started out Easter Sunday... Nothing really ( Read more... )

Okay, so I was really, really bored earlier, and I got to thinking about how I can never find an icon that I like on my own... So I decided that I'd download a free trial of some random photoshop program, and made as many icons as I could think to make.  Now, they're not great, but boy, are they there.  And since the boredom hasn't really gone away ( Read more... )

Ew. Health class is so fucking pointless in the tenth grade. Seriously. When half of the girls in your class have already been pregnant, I think it's a little late for sexual education... Yeah, that's an exaggeration. So what. The point still stands. Besides, my health class consists of quite possibly the most useless people on the planet. My main ( Read more... )

My eyes sting from crying. My head is pounding, and my heart aches harder than it ever has before. But I can't feel it. I can't feel anything right now, except for this sick numbness. I feel ill, but it feels good in a horrible sort of way. In a way that's not mine to feel good about ( Read more... )

God, I feel like dying.  It's been about three weeks now and I still feel like dying.  I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.  I want to light my hands on fire, I want to take a fucking knife and impale myself... I just want to die, is all.  But no.  God, no.  That won't happen.  That'll never happen.  Not when I want it to, at least.  Sure, ( Read more... )

Alright.  I have a rather upsetting, very long story to tell.

It started out the other day, when my father recieved a phone call from my sister.  Yes.  The my sister.  Before I continue, there's a little something you ought know about my sister.  She's a Backstreet Boys FANATIC (Yes. Still.).  She loves them.  More than anything, quite possibly.  ( Read more... )

Oh, Christ!

( Look at this, ya'll! )

1. Full Name: Jamie Lyn Bruce
2. Nickname(s): James, Jamesy, Jim, Jimmy, Jay, Jay Jay, Jamers, Lynsey
3. Alias(es): ...
4. D.O.B. (Date Of Birth): March 6, 1989
5. What Is Your Sign: Pisces. But it's not like you couldn't have figured that out yourself. Since I just, you know, GAVE YOU MY BIRTHDATE! Asshat.
6. What Do You Look Like:

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After clearing up a recent snafu regarding the absence of the sisterly one, I've been home alone. Wonderful, I know. You see, I woke up yesterday "morning" (okay, so it was around twelve. Shut. Up!) and came downstairs, expecting to see the one, the only, annoying as all hell Sister who thinks that driving for FOURFUCKINGHOURS! just to do her ( Read more... )