The outpouring of rage from the last few days is done. Until next month, at least. Call it hormones, call it whatever, call it me assuring everyone that I'm done going postal in procrastinative reluctance to clean. Or something.

I'm going back to bed now.

Why am I always so fucking petty?

It only takes two minutes of reading, and I'm going back and finding things that I giggle about a little on the inside.

God, I hate who I am. And I don't really know how to change that. I'm so tired of just floating through life pretending. I'm done with this bullshit.

My mother will be oh-so-pleased ( Read more... )

Just to post this. Just because it's funny.

Your Personality Is Like Marijuana
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( Mysa's Annoyance, Part 1 )

I'm tired of being repressed, damnit! :)

Anyways, you now have two lovely rants to choose from.

Disclaimer: Both contain opinions and language that may offend. Read at your own risk.

( Dear Mister College Dean )

She just makes me so annoyed. Gah. It's okay. She'll get hers in spades, someday. *sigh* From somebody that's probably not me. Anywho ( Read more... )

Ah, Mysarra ( Read more... )

Bleh. I think it's the flu, and it's driving me crazy. I slept for 10 o'clock last night until almost 6PM this evening. And I still feel like complete crap.

Augh. And I need to go put in applications tomorrow, too.

*cries* I don't wanna be sick anymore. Bleh.

Yeah, so the SO and I stayed up until like... 4am? Playing video games ( Read more... )