There is a type of loneliness that burrows deep into the core, takes hold of the heart, and injects the blood with overwhelming despair, filtering into every crevasse of the mind, body and soul ( Read more... )

That is all. Looking for a job, going to the beach with the other nerds and hoping my life of junk food and sedentary buttocks won't raise too many eyebrows. feeling downright unhappy with life most of the time, but managing if only to say a big old "FUCK YOU" to Christians and shitty teachers. Yeah, I'm like hating Christians right now, seriously ( Read more... )

Delicates have just come out with a line that they call "The Perfect Bra ( Read more... )

They fucking shut down PatriotWeb until six PM on monday! What the hell, man! God dammit, I'm number TWO on the waitlist for that really cool sounding lit course. And now I can't check the damn page to see whether or not I've made it in?! ARGH, this annoys me. I REALLY want to get into that class. Even though I don't think it's required for my ( Read more... )

I made my way to see a stylist friend of mine to see if, indeed, my hair is in good enough shape to be donated. Well, the main body is fine, but the lower four or so inches are chemically damaged, and possibly much more as well. We won't know the extent of the damage until I get those four inches trimmed, and right now I simply do not have the ( Read more... )

I'm suddenly in love with Mila Jovovich.

She's coupled with Carmen Hawk to start a new chain of clothing that goes against the bulging ass and peeping nipple to give women a sense of strength and self-respect.

She's like this decade's Sigourney Weaver.

I love Jolly Ranchers. The only down side to the long, thin ones is that glass-like consistency they achieve after being sucked on for a minute or two. My tounge is red both from the dye and human blood. I can't say it's that bad, espeically mixed with cherry ( Read more... )

Soooooo, Tchaivkovsky ( Read more... )

Sooooo, we're singing Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" along with the orchestra. Two words for you: cartalige destruction. We sing a brief passage in the beginning of the work, then stand there unmoving for about twenty-five minutes while the instrumentalists get to go nuts while sitting (except for the basses, poor guys), then burst in once again for ( Read more... )

I'm gonna come clean right now: This. Is. STUPID ( Read more... )