It's 7 in the morning. I guess I'm calling it bedtime ( Read more... )

Going to take a shower with Chapel now ( Read more... )

Sitting in the kitchen skipping oceanography to eat pink peppermint ice cream and sing about racism in France ( Read more... )

And I throw things at the microwave door from across the room because it's oen when it shouldn't be, when he says it who shouldn't, when it damn well knows better ( Read more... )

It's terrifying, being here ( Read more... )

Spent several hours talking with new roommate Xin ( Read more... )

So...single ( Read more... )

Chapel and I are bored out of our minds.

Lies. He's sleeping, I'm bored.

And feeling graphic.

Designed some icons and a rather nice wallpaper, drew a comic of the Second Coming of (brown) Jesus being thwarted by Homeland Security on orange alert.

I crack me up.

Love is blind. Or justice. Destiny. Envy ( Read more... )

Once, years ago, I was in the habit of telling everyone I was too old for this or that drama. High school romances, ex-ex-ex-best friends and stolen pencils ( Read more... )