Today was a success at the dirt market ( Read more... )

I hate cabbage and yet ( Read more... )

I feel like a fuckup ( Read more... )

I so do not like when weekends are over ( Read more... )

I just had a phone interview with a fourteen hour time difference.

Apparently this guy is a Medici regular, and will probably ask about me.
And I feel conflicted expecting them to say something nice,
when if they do that just means I'll get another job
and abandon them.

But I love the Medici.

So next quarter I pretty much have to take ( Read more... )

Stop the following...

*touching your infected piercing
*eating so many crackers
*halfassing all your work
*speaking to your roommate in English
*getting drunk and losing things
*opening your big mouth
*procrastinating

Sometimes I feel like running away from everyone I know ( Read more... )

Schezchuan cuisine is fucking amazing ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning
with my usual headache
convinced it was Sunday.

But it's not, is it.
It's Saturday.
I've gone out every night this week.
And it isn't fucking over yet.

This finale might kill me.