I’m not tired. I can think of several reasons. Caffeine, adrenaline pumped games of trivial pursuit, annoyance, the fact it’s below 70 in my house. I feel violent. I told my dog I’d kill her in her sleep. Obviously a joke. But I think she knew. I’m sorry Annabelle. :| I didn’t mean it. Also, I feel like I’m wasting my days away. So maybe I can...
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This is already the worst day of my freaking life. I feel like someone took a baseball bat to my head and decided to make my life hell. Plus, I hate my mother. She’s a complete incompetent idiot. She doesn’t understand the meaning of thinking things through, she’s illogical, she’s a nagger, and she’s financially inept. Seriously, a grizzly bear could handle...
So I definitely didn’t waste my day. Good times. (:
I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary...
tehehe its okay, I secretly tumblr stalk you too ;)
It’s not the fact that I’m sitting home alone on a Saturday night looking up pictures of Taylor Lautner on google that bugs me. It’s the fact that I have no complaints.
Hallelujah. My life is complete. Nocturnal sleeping patterns. Gaining ten pounds. Eating Christmas cookies. Hanging with friends. The lack of calculus. The excitement of a new year. I love this season. The only thing that would make it better is snow.