I hate children. If I ever get pregnant I will stab my uterus over and over again with a rusty spork until it, and most likely I, are allgone ( Read more... )

I am back and lots of things like that. I feel sadly that I did not say goodbye to the CCY kids. Bitches. I forgot that they were, like.. leavingGraduation was graduation. Speeches and speeches and names and our very own Mrs. Britton spitting into the microphone about the Class of Two-Hundred-And-Five.. I Mean TwoThousandFive. Bitch. I did like ( Read more... )

blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

( Oh My! )

Yes, so the Honors Breakfast is two hours of Me Getting Dumber. Funny little awards of a rather dubious nature, always. I got the art award. Again. Again! Wind loves me for sure. Ohboy, who caught the speech where Briton called everyone dumb? I almost missed it because I was intently concentrating on.. everything else. Anything else. The crooked ( Read more... )

Today I picked up A.L. Kennedy's new book.

Hate me.

Insofar I am having a very good day.
As good a day as one can have without exceptional company.

Postscript, I FUCKING NEED MY EVERYTHING YOU NEED BACK, WHOEVER HAS IT! (Catitlin?)

I have been nursing my sick guineapig back to health for the past week.
Actually he's my sister's, but she doesn't do shit for him.
And just today he started eating again! He had scurvy, I think.
Because, you know, she doesn't feed him.

Then he pissed on me.

In other news, termpaper isn't going anywhere.

And I am feeling better!

I stayed home today. To finish (er.. get started on) my TermPaper.
But instead I'm sitting here doing nothing. Except eating Cheezits.

Mmm. Cheezits.

Today I watched my cat eat a whole bouquet of flowers.

Fin!

New Journal! Isn't this exciting?