my fingernails are silver. i am sunburnt. tv is frying my brain ( Read more... )

my mom thinks my arm is broken.
that's awesome.
i'm home this weekend to coach lacrosse camp. that's not ironic at all.

spite and apathy are supposed to be mutually exclusive, ass hole.

this is the end of your (what used to be) one-sided livejournal war.
i hope, after you wrote all that, you felt a little bit better, and i hope you realize that it's a lot easier than even you made it sound to NOT lose sleep over this ( Read more... )

It's okay you guys! I know you have all been on pins and needles, waiting this out, but Bianca came out of her coma when her mom put her baby in her arms. Bianca's awake and she has Miranda! Finally! This has been a year long plot twist. And I saw it through the whole thing. This has been ridiculous, but it's all better, you guys!!!
hah!!

the scar you're most proud of: i can't really think of any. i have some on my shins from clumsy shaving. i have one on my arm from my sister's pinky nail ( Read more... )

i'm going absolutely insane ( Read more... )

sparkling fingernails, purple people-eaters, safety pins, glaringly obvious flaws, scotch tape, plaque ( Read more... )

superheroes keep whispering encouragement into my ear while i sleep ( Read more... )

and in most cases, it's nothing against those with whom i do not associate. it's not even that i particularly like to be alone. in fact, i don't. it's just become relentlessly and inescapably obvious that i am alone, and such is life, and it wouldn't really be bad to just kind of acknowledge that ( Read more... )