This livejournal is dead.

OHMYGOD.

Sometimes I wish people could read my mind, so they would know the things I want to say to them but can't.

I have severe problems getting things to go from my brain to my mouth.
Or the rest of my body for that matter.

I want to hatch ducklings ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that I entered a Seventeen magazine modeling competition and won. Then I tried out for America's Next Top Model and made it to the show and on the first shoot, we had to advertise a bust firming cream, but we were make-uped into muscley men and had to shoot three at a time in a giant bubble. And Tyra kept making fun of me ( Read more... )

I spent four hours installing City of Heroes only to find out that my video card is shit and the game won't even start ( Read more... )

I got City of Heroes! Carol you were right. I somehow managed to miss the giant DOWNLOAD button ( Read more... )

I don't update about what's really happening any more do I ( Read more... )

Step 1. Put your playlist on random.
Step 2. Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3. Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly. NO GOOGLING.
( Soonggs! )

I am in such a good mood right now. And my day hasn't even been that great, though it was good.

I think I have finally cured myself. God, relief is a wonderful thing.

I feel worthless. I feel terrible. I feel like throwing glass again. I feel like being that heartless dark thing that I almost was.

I want to beat myself over the head for being such an emo little bitch.