I hate me. No, scratch that. I hate me when I have to deal with my parents. Did you know that two fifty year olds can act more immature than a nineteen year old? Amazing, isn't it? I seem to be incapable of keeping a clear mind wherein I can understand the situation. I just want them to stop with the stupid bickering and fighting over tiny little ( Read more... )

Is it just me or did everyone only just notice that Christmas is coming? It seems that there are more people rushing about than last year, even though we have this whole global crisis thing going on. Figures that 90% of them are using credit cards though ( Read more... )

This is the epitome of boredom. One singular thought that bounces about like some sort of demented ping pong ball I want to desperately crush into nothingness:

GAH.

See? Three letters, one syllable and all of it pertaining to absolute jack shit.