oh my fucking god.

there are no words

well, the story of what Courtney and I did tonight, written in about five minutes, is here, complete with pictures, all of which will be found ( behind the cut )

It's almost tomorrow, you guys.

I'm wiggin' out.

The Tokey is helping me with a project, for which I am eternally grateful for. People say we're a lot alike. If we were a lot alike, we wouldn't be friends ( Read more... )

I sounded like an angsty teen last night. I'm sorry. Frustration brings out the worst in me. However, 1AM phone calls and MSN conversations help more than I can even say. Thanks, you guys. You helped so much.

PS: I started reading The Tommyknockers today. Stephan King rocks my socks off.

I can't stop throwing up. So I'm gonna come bitch about it here, cause what else do I have to do? And yes, it is my own fault for drinking Coke when I indeed knew that the caffeine would shock my system. Again, what else was I gonna do ( Read more... )

Well, this fucking blows. It's 10 to 2, and I'm drowning. I would be done this project, I'd have been done an hour and a half ago, if I could stop coughing long enough to type three sentences without doubling over. I halfway just want to say fuck it, and if five other people's marks weren't right here on my shoulders, I would. Fucking winter. I ( Read more... )

I apologize for the lack of warning, but I'm back, and I'm betting this is gonna be a lot more frequent, if not a slight bit more cryptic. I have a lot on my mind ( Read more... )

A quiz stolen from crism and a promise to myself and others.

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I have a (albeit half finished) present in my bag for Tokey. The first bit of a story. To compensate it not being done, I also have some chocolate chocolate chip muffin cake in there for her. I would say I'm the bestest best friend on the planet, but she's drawing me pictures. When the story is done, I might post it; I'm not really sure as yet. I' ( Read more... )