I'm beginning to think I should just stop updating this thing with progress of my, um, so-called life. It fluctuates a LOT. For the better, yeah ( Read more... )

Yanno, for a while things were... really nice. Really nice. Weird how that can change in under twenty minutes. Fuck ( Read more... )

I am now handicapped. The end.

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Mmph. I want more cookie dough...

Spring training is a cruel reminder of just how out of shape one can get over the course of a couple months of no baseball. Also on this list of idiocy that precedes being out of shape is clumsiness, extreme laziness, irritability, and a high loss of previously learned skill. Augh ( Read more... )

God,

One day. One. Fucking. Day.

That's all I'm asking for.

- Me

I should probably stop lying to myself and just admit that I pretty much suck, and that I'm pretty much a wreck right now. But meh. Whatever. I'd rather say I'm better and just kinda... gradually make myself notice that yeah, I'm not okay. Not really. Probably won't be for... a while.

It's barely 5:30 and I'm going back to bed. How weird is that?

Feeling muuuuuuuch better now. Thank you interminably to Hatty, in every respect.

And Ruby, just cause. You have no idea how much I needed that. Though I am saving the rest for later, as I'm sure I'll need it.

Christ, you'll never guess what was on at 3:30 this morning when I woke up. It was goddamn Tremors. Haha... Shutyourmouthrightnow, ( Read more... )

I think I need a psychiatrist. Hah.

No wait, I know I need a psychiatrist. Double hah.

Hey Ruby... Get yer ass over here, I wanna ask you something.

I'm bored. I'm nocturnal. Come on, people, it's the fucking off-season, why are you in bed?

Someone entertain me. -_-

Oh hey, um... Bradford. I kinda wanna talk to you, so... yeah. Heh.

God, I fuckin' hate the fuckin' off-season. 's fuckin' boring.

...I curse too much.

Hey, yeah. Wow. This about says it all.

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