anti-social.

Er, yeah, so I'm suppose to be at Christmakah except not seeing as how I'm composing another one of my sporadic-as-hell posts. Don't get me wrong -- it's not that I don't want to go. After all, Rachel is departing in seven hours for Costa Rica, land of the white Mexicans; the least I can do is drop by her basement and say farewell. So now, not ( Read more... )

Shopping for gifts really blows.

Speckles of rain dotted my window as I got out of the car. The garage door, opening before I even touched the remote, revealed my mother seemingly ready to erupt in anger. Obviously her successful ambition to join the shopping masses at 5:00AM did not work in my favor. Instead of the usual berating, though, she just sighed. "Get in here before ( Read more... )

...OH DAMMIT! Woman, this making each other happy thing can't be one-way. It just..can't. In order for you to be happy, you're going to need to make me happy which entails you going to sleep! NOW ( Read more... )

And so I return from my disappearance just long say this:

Wen wen, you are such a STALKER!

poof. gone.

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