Tomorrow morning I’m having a “family meeting” with my mom and dad (who are divorced btw and never see eye to eye on anything) about my future and financial shit and basically it’s going to be me laying myself out on the table as a genetic fuck up to be sacrificed to the gods.
STOP comparing your pathetic college rioting to the Ferguson riots. You’re not standing up for a horrible racial injustice. You’re standing up for your privileged, non-existent brain cell count.
So last night was pretty miserable, though I did manage to get something down on paper right before I went to bed.
Best friend woke me up early this morning with a call, but I didn’t answer it because I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. But then I spent the next 30 minutes imagining horrific scenarios for why he was calling that would leave me with lifelong guilt, so I ended up getting up anyway. -_-
After showering and discovering that the humidity has somewhat subsided, I made an attempt to make my own butterbeer latte concoction with actually coffee, and it doesn’t taste that bad. So now I’m sitting in front of my laptop with the windows open and hoping to have a productive (and more positive) day.
Maybe we/I should make one? Is anyone else interested in this?
1. the meaning behind my url
2. a picture of me
3. tattoos i have
4. last time i cried and why
5. piercings i have
6. favorite band
7. biggest turn off(s)
8. top 5 (insert subject)
9. tattoos i want
10. biggest turn on(s)
12. ideas of a perfect date
13. life goal(s)
14. piercings i want
15. relationship status
16. favorite movie
17. a fact about my life
19. middle name
20. anything you want to ask
An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.
But what if you touch them and you look around and see all the colors, and beauty.You get caught in the moment and ask ”Do you see it too?” And they reply “What are you talking about?”
That’s okay, I didn’t need my heart.
I just want to be creative and happy but how can I do that if I have bursts of manic depression every five minutes??
Sink repairman: We’ll use an airbrush. You know what an airbrush is? Of course, you do! It’s what they use when you get your nails done. *insert gratuitous laughter*
ACTUALLY, I’ve never had my nails done. Had I known sexism was on your list of services, I would have left you out in the rain.
But in other news, I now have six chapters of my fanfiction completed and I wrote the opening chapter today, which is amazing because I always put that off for as long as I can!
As I settled myself in for a good night’s sleep, I saw a silverfish scuttle across the room. I quickly looked away, trying to convince myself it was a trick of the eye. But I knew what I saw. I jumped into evasive action and grabbed a bottle of windex, unable to find any hairspray. Upon spraying it, it scurried into the heating vent and now I am left to pretend it doesn’t exist. THIS IS SOMETHING I SIMPLY CANNOT DO.