I've come to an incredible conclusion. Happiness is not all about enjoying yourself and being satisfied with every moment in life. Only the whole picture matters. The awkward silences, the lack of direction or purpose, the "bad hair days," are all a collection of obscure moments that, when combined with instances of harmony, collectively makeup ( Read more... )

Here we go ( Read more... )

So we're doing a musical about a blood-eating plant.

Just a few hours ago, I donated a pint of my blood.

Blood rhymes with stud.

I need a boyfriend.

This is a sick and twisted world ( Read more... )

I've decided that people tend to respond to entries with riske words in them. So let's just get it out of the way now ( Read more... )

This journal is torture ( Read more... )

Where am I? I'm lost... Oh yes. Live journal. I almost didn't recognize this place ( Read more... )

I has been said that the people who constantly threaten to commit suicide are the ones who are the least likely to actually follow through with it ( Read more... )

I suck at a lot of things ( Read more... )

Sorry to offend some of you. "Elizabeth" and "Essenmacher" are perfectly good names. And I'm sure Iowa is lovely.

Yesterday I learned how to play darts. All I wanted to do all day was eat crispy m&ms and play darts. Maybe I should invest in one... a dart board that is.

If I could be any animal, I would be a cat. They don't have to do