Two of my rats are dying from a debilitating illness. One of my ducks is being beat upon by his brethren.

Sick and dying animals make me sad.

They also make good movies suck.

I almost filled out a form to have Callie spayed through Animal Services low cost program, but I couldn't bring myself to lie about how much I make a month. At the same time, there is no money with which to do it. I owe roughly one thousand dollars to the Internal Revenue Service by the end of the week. Aye ( Read more... )

Perhap psyillium husk could cure me, but I hear it meets the consistency of moth wings. I just made someone cry and I didn't stop myself. For both of these reasons, I feel like bat guano.

I am hungry for the end of march.

I have very little else to say.

Cedar House Party!
(Yeah, a fuckin' 'nother one.)
Friday February 17th!

I just realized the dress I wore the last Cedar House party melted slightly under the influence of a wall of non dairy creamer. No matter. I was planning to reconstruct that part of the dress anyway. We're having another party on Friday, immediately following a fake party that a co-worker plans to film ( Read more... )

I was in this really rotten, despicable mood only moments ago until I realized that I had locked myself in my room, listening to Morissey at obscene volumes. Then I had to laugh at what a major ass I truly, truly am.

I saw Secret Chiefs 3 and Sleepytime Gorilla Museum last night. So... I'm happy.

I am in West Lafayette. Come see me!

I'm suffering from some unfortunate personal tragedy. My parents are moving to Oregon in February. This means that after going home this month, I will never set foot in the house I grew up in again. The next time I go back, someone will be dead. There is a whole home full of things that I have to leave behind forever. On another note, if you ( Read more... )