I got a mood ring today, which is totally deck.

I am watching Andy Rooney explain to me that, yes, if you stack things on top of things, and they don't fall over, it counts as being organized. I heart you, Andy.

Speaking of which, my mood ring is a dark violet right now. According to my magical slip of paper which came in the pouch, this means

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It's nights like these that I wish I believed in prayer.

Not that anyone other than me would be dumb enough to be just starting their essay, but...tis a good resource for many many documents by year.

Twenty-Seven Male Psyche Types Identified.

Question: Which do you think I am? (Feel free to respond anonymously).

Man oh man.

Today = good. Tonight = good.

I have a headache but I don't care at all.

I suppose the Moon forgave my tardiness, then.

Yay for a good first show and SBV's.

I missed the full moon by a night. Hopefully, though, it'll still work.

I need to not rely on this (butitseemstohavealwaysworked).

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Went back to school today. Felt like death. Head/face being attacked by the electric fire that is my sinus infection. Throat still hurting, though, thankfully, not as swollen anymore. I can swallow now. Still can't breathe, though. Tried taking medicine to get me through the day, because I really didn't want to miss another day of school (not for ( Read more... )

Your little inner child is l'Enfant Terrible (PIDC -- Perverse Ignored Dysfunctional Child) --egotistical, malaligned, dark and pithy. Nothing in you makes any sense. It's like living inside an Emcee Escher drawing with DJ Salvador Dali on your inner wheels of steel ( Read more... )