You make my skin crawl.

I feel shitty and sick with something I can't figure out.

I love North. I love 21. I love Heather.

But.

Things are fucked.

Back to school tomorrow.

Here goes nothing.

Happy 2008. Keep your fingers crossed.

I'm sleepy as hell.

I'm getting tattooed soon.

I have no idea what is going on.

My emotions about returning to school are extremely conflicting.

That is all.

I felt like a character out of a Chuck Paluhniuk novel this morning. I had crazy violent dreams, and when I woke up from them I had more than a few bruises I can't explain and my mouth was full of blood ( Read more... )

I win.

I would love nothing more than to set both of you on fire.

I thought it was Wednesday til about 2 o'clock today. Now I'm all thrown off.

Every time I try to come up for air lately, something pushes me back down.