Two days in, and I'm already so, so behind. And I still have my essay to write for AP Brit Lit.


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I am bubbling over, like an unwatched pot. And it hurts everywhere.

I hadn't bitten my nails for a really long time. They had grown to a respectable length, and I'd even given myself a manicure.

Yesterday, I bit them all off.

Now my fingers hurt.

Money is tight around here. My dad's clients haven't been paying him. And I have to give things up now ( Read more... )

For those of you who've not yet watched the SNL parody of the VP debate, please, CLICK HERE AND WATCH IT NOW.

There are certain things that I never fully appreciated the true "I-WANT-GIMME-NOW" factor of. For instance, clocks. Hoooly shit, clocks. Okay, so I work pretty quickly, and when I finish my to-do list for the day, I usually just wind up poking around the internet for hours until it's time to go. Somehow, I wound up at simplywallclocks.com. Um. ( Read more... )

In other news, fuck you Patrick Bateman for scaring the living shit out of me you bastard.

Thanks to Gossip Girl, I now want to pronounce "bastard" as Bass Tard, with an obvious space between. Thanks a fucking lot, Blair Waldorf, for the totally awesome pun that I giggled over for a full two weeks. Bass Tard.

Bailey has a boooooyfriieeeeeend ( Read more... )

Oh. My. God. I am mortified. I wish I was an ostrich so I could just stick my head in the sand and be done with it ( Read more... )

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