I'm going to be a biker for Halloween.

My roommates managed to break my 55 gallon tank. The little dorks deny doing anything, but it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. A tank that never has had any problems and has been sitting, undisturbed, magically springs a massive leak and drains 90 percent of its water when the two least responsible people in the world are left ( Read more... )

I'm moving into an apartment all on my lonesome. That's okay. My aunt invited me to come live with her in Los Angeles. I have my whole six-month lease to think about it.

I get to leave work in 4 minutes. With any luck, the creepy giraffe zookeeper won't come back before then and try to cop a feel, as he's so fond of doing when I am all alone up here. No, seriously. The bastard gets off of work at 4, waits around for an hour because that's when everybody else in my office leaves, then comes up here all touchy- ( Read more... )

I ( cut my hair again )

I'm painting my new room. Hopefully it will be finished today, but probably not. Probably tomorrow. Maybe. Confidence, Sara.

I'll show pictures when all is said and done. Maybe before.

I'm in a pissy mood so before I say anything that could potentially hurt people and cause more trouble than it's worth, I'm moving on to happier subjects ( Read more... )

My cat was crawling on my lap, started to slip, and caught herself by digging her claws into my left wrist and forearm. Apparently my skin can hold the weight of a cat without slicing too far.

Oh, hey. ( I cut my hair. )

I shake my fist at things.

I love my ( Painter )