Well, I haven't done one of these in a good while.
I fucking hate being sick. Within 1 week I've had fevers, headaches, dizziness, vomiting, asthma acting up, and abdominal pains.
Been catching up on The Vampire Diaries, slowly but surely. I'm currently on S2E11 - By the Light of the Moon.
I don't know how to get rid of the fucking fleas in this house (that we didn't even bring in on our own. Bro's father lied about the bite marks on his legs as bites from fleas as a bad reaction to drugs and he fucking brought them in). We've gave the dog numerous baths and the cat many sprays and both flea collars. We're gonna have to flea bomb the place soon.
Somehow there are 5 guests on the board my friends and I run currently viewing threads. The fuck? The settings are that no one can view unless you have an account. So im guessing it's people that own the boards checking up on us to see if we're posting pornography or some bullshit. Still don't know how or why we got reported for harmless fan fiction twice.
The Vampire Diaries Facebook Game is fun... and I say this with a strong hate for most Facebook games. xD
I get up too early and get tired too early. It's only 7ish pm im like LOLNAPTIME.
I want some leftover Collard Greens, but don't feel like making the rice for it. Contradictions.
Heterosexuality was never an option.
My ma sent me a pic on Facebook of Criss Angel as a "Get Well" message. xD She wins.
I just noticed that the board has had a total of 29 guests in the span of 24 hours. WTF, is the CIA watching us? D:
I love how I'm always made out to be the backstabber, or the hypocrite. When in reality, the people that are accusing me need to seriously take a good hard look in the mirror. Practice what you fucking preach or keep your mouth shut.
I need to re-insert myself back into the X-Men Role Play. They probably think I died. Well, some of them follow my personal from their personal. So they probably think I just don't give a chainsaw.
I hate being alone. Being alone gives me time to think. Thinking leads me into darker thoughts. Darker thoughts lead me into depression. Depression leads me into another drama fit of feeling worthless.
If you ain't speaking that guapanese, then you ain't speaking my language!
Apparently one of my great uncles thinks it's really good that I look like my mom. I'd have to agree. xD I'd be insulted if he said I looked like my father.
Dammit. Damian McGinty is all happy about his character on Glee when im trying to be all broody and shit about it. Fucker is making me happy to see him. :D
Speaking of Damian, I have an idea in mind to do a Damian fic.
I wanna do this TVD voice challenge, but I gotta wait for my pain in the ass dead ipod to charge. It has a good mic on it.
