Alright, I just realized that some people who no longer have ANY FUCKING BUSINESS READING THIS (you know who you are) can still see it. So from now on all entries will be friends-only. And to you who KNOW you are no longer welcome here, I leave this ( Read more... )

Beans.

*bangs head repeatedly against the desk* FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ( Read more... )

Alrighty folks, been working on a little something-something here, hope you like it, here's the first chapter. Not sure what I'll call it yet.

( If you can't figure out what this is based on, shame shame SHAME. )

I'm sick of being alone. I want to meet a nice boy/girl. None of my friends know anybody, or they think I'm too sketchy to unload on any of their friends. MeetMeInTO and guys4men aren't working, nothing but ginos, emos and fat girls on the former and 40-year-old men on the latter. Bleh.

Ugh, so tired.

On-call shifts, Forgetting that my on-call is Friday, not today, and thus waking up at 7:30 AM for a 3:30 shift, I hate you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much.

And now, a haiku:

All exams are done.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. (drawn out for 7 syllables)
Now I go collapse.

I ( Read more... )

Date tonight, pretty psyched for it. Gonna see The Reaping, then come back here where I shall make us both dinner. Should be fun times. Wish me luck :D

Nevermind. She cancelled. Blast.

I find it amusing that Steph's friends are still responding to that painting's immolation, while I myself have finally (I'm pretty sure this time) moved on. I mean, what else can possibly happen to exacerbate this situation any further? Plus, in the past month or so, I've had the satisfaction of destroying the painting, finding out Dylan is gay, ( Read more... )