My eye’s fat, and I feel dirty.
Gahhh, I’ve got to get back in school mode.
I’m 98 percent sure New Orleans gave me pink eye. EWWWWWWW. I’m really grossed out. At the same time, BAHAHAHHAHA, NEW ORLEANS GAVE ME PINK EYE. But mosty, ewwwww.
Q&A with Stan Lee
Dude: If you could have any super power, what would it be?
Stan Lee: Luck.
Eeep, NOLA bound for comic con! Ready to paint my face blue and rock the Illyria look. YAY!
Paranormal Beat: The Quantum Man →
paranormalbeat: Jonathan Felix sat back in the chair after affixing the final electrodes to his skull. He currently reclined in one of the most expensive private scientific investments in the world, and today was the fruition of his, and many others, efforts. The aim of the project was to open a human beings mind…
Hello, I’m Switzerland. I’m neutral. Keep me outta da drama.
I wonder if everyone feels ten gazillion emotions at once or it’s just my weird brain.
I just had to cut a chunk of hair in the underside because it got completely tangled in a fancy button up shirt that fastens at the neck. I was seriously stuck for like 15 minutes. On the upside, I’ve got tumblr on my phone so I can bitch about it at red lights.
I’ve been out of the house for one hour and every single person I’ve encountered has been a CUNT.
Concrete hurts my butt, ALOT.
Ooo or bright purple on ze bottom?
I. Need. Fun. Hair. Color. I’m being encouraged to take the plunge, but I’m still thinking about it. Ombré? All red? Pinks? Constance? Molly? Heeeelllp. On another note I wish I had awesome jugs. Sigh. What a lazy cuddle Sunday. Ugh, I’m not looking forward to getting up tomorrow.
Okay, new “resolution”. Drink more. I just got done with Zea’s and I’m surprisingly toasted from a glass of wine and some of a martini. Goal: build back a tolerance. My friends from California wouldn’t even know me. They’d probably laugh. Then pour a gallon of tequila down my throat.
Captain's Log, Stardate: deez nuts
Bler, week one of not eating total crap went alright. I’m craving foosacks and chickfil a like a motherfucker, and not going to lie, I’m indulging this weekend. But, tonight I’m having ricotta stuffed eggplant. LOOK MA, I CAN EAT RIGHT. School is, well, school. Digital Silver is going to be interesting. First project is all scanner based, and I’m blown away by the...
Dammit iPhone, stop changing my ebonics into proper words!
and it’s time to majorly cut back on my tweed intake. I eventually want to eat and sleep with out relying on it. Because I do completely rely on it, and I hate depending on anything. It’s just such a miracle cure, and I’m terrible at sleeping and eating. Buuuhh.
New Years "Resolutions"
If you can even call them that… Have fun getting dressed. Eat slightly better so I don’t have a massive heart attack at 35. Eat consistently so I don’t get the shakes and freak out. Take my god damn vitamins.
Buhh my head is killing me. I just want to curl up with bitch kitty and have chick fil a delivered. Sigh. In a perfect world.