I don't know what to say. I do know, though, that it really doesn't matter. Men need more names. You ever find that when you're snooping around and you're trying to figure out if someone that someone is talking/writing about is the someone who you want to know something about that it's hard to distinguish between someones? Not enough names to go ( Read more... )

Avoiding my closet. Can't eat. So I'm here. Kona is MIA. I am a horrible pet owner. It almost makes me think twice about ever having children. Almost ( Read more... )

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Back and forth. Without fail. Uncertain which way makes me happier. Uncertain if it's about happiness or just an exercise in personal disdain. Slipping away. On an exponential curve. Twice as much, though, it still never enough. Replaced with something worse. One step forward... two jumps back ( Read more... )

"Cafe I'm Annoying As HeEeEeEell ( Read more... )

How is it that Pabric and Fattern still make me laugh soooooooooooo much? They are seriously like the most hilarious thing ever, and I have no clue why I feel as such.

I just needed to ramble. When I am in this sort of mood, occupying my hands with meaningless words always helps. More then anything else, actually.

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Real Fisting Action Jesus. I've come one step closer to my goal of actually MAKING Real Fisting Action Jesus. Now, I just have to be bored and high enough to think that it sounds like a good idea. Must inform the Erico. Who'd have guessed that my endeavors in toothbrush bracelet making in the 6th grade would bring me one step closer to the ( Read more... )

There's a a fine fine line between love and a waste of time.