On the exterior of my right ankle, I now have a fair-sized bright purple mushroom.

Something needs to rescue me before I'm destroyed. I am so miserable. I can't even express it. I haven't sobbed so heartily in a while. And I don't know what the matter is. Nothing helps, nothing satisfies. I have friends now, a good boyfriend, a plan... but I'm fucking up left right and center. I can't do anything right, it seems. On the outside, ( Read more... )

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I don't get all depressed when Valentine's Day comes around. That seems to be the 'thing' to do. I honestly don't care. And if (God forbid) I should start feeling lonely, I can always say to myself - "Hey, it could be worse. Nick could be here in Seattle spending V-Day with me ( Read more... )

Pavement - HereI was dressed for success ( Read more... )

Stop the presses, I topped an accurate scale at 140 pounds yesterday. And my heart rate is 56. They took four little bottles of blood, too. And I get to pee into a bottle over a period of 24 hours. Whoop ( Read more... )

So, for the Spring Quarter ( Read more... )

I have a shoulder pain to end all shoulder pains. I could barely drive home - I can't lift my right arm at all. The socket is in such pain ( Read more... )

This is a lovely fuckin' time to find out that I have a midterm at 9:30 in the morning tomorrow.