Here's to hoping I don't burn/blow up/melt dinner or the kitchen tonight.

Happy Birthday, Leo. I love you a whole fucking lot.

( Since everyone else is doing it- Weston )

( and Opiums )

Been a while since I've posted here. Been busy, new job, new flat, new cat, new fish.

Things are actually going well.

Touch wood.

posted here because seriously, there's only so many edits saying "HUG LEO MORE PLZ LAWL" on the list I posted on the fridge I can stand without smacking someone.

XD


1. Stop smoking completely. Two packs a day. One pack a day. so damn often.
2. Swear less.
3. Actually, no, fuck that. Smile more.
4. Remember to feed the pets.
5. Save at least three and a half grand by the end of the year to buy- a bed with a decent mattress (old one’s sagging, needs to be thrown out), a new couch (preferably a black one, without holes), and a ring.
6. Complete the course.
7. Get a decent, steady, well paying job. Or just a steady, well paying job. Or just a well paying job.
8. Visit Lance and Cece more often.
9. Be more appreciative.
10. Be more kind.
11. Get out more. Like, clubs n' shit.
11. On that note, steer clear of any other mind-altering-and-therefore-superfun-because-hey illegal substances.
12. Wear colours other than black and yellow.
13. HUG LEO MORE PLZ LAWL.

( Cut like the emo bitch it is )

Man, why the hell do I even bother?

Gaia? Godmoders.
Neopets? Lolz sprklySues.
Comms? ASSHATS.

And my squishy one-on-one partners?

ALL OF THE FUCKING ABOVE. I DON’T CARE ABOUT HOW TRAGIC/SEXY/AWESOME/TALENTED YOUR CHARACTER IS. SRSLY.
And no, I don’t care that you’re feeling left out or bored that the other players are interacting at the moment. I don’t care that you’d rather play with yourself. In fact, I actively encourage it. Go do it in some other window. I don’t care, I don’t care, I DON’T CARE AND NO OPIUM, I DON’T CARE REEVE’S WEARING SHORTS RIGHT NOW. I DON”T FUCKING CARE. I’M GOING TO GO LISTEN TO AFI NOW AND PUT ON EYELINER.


Goddamn.

Ahhhhhhhhhah. YOU GUYS SUCK I HAVE THE BEST DATE EVER SCREW YOU OPIUM.

I have a fedora. It's black and smells like incense.
This is both surprising and really quite pleasant once you get used to the idea of yourself sniffing hats on a regular basis.

We have a place picked out. 's in a pretty nice area too, so whoo.

Heh. Now all we need is a pet and a white fucking picket fence and we're set.

Who had a little toy. Right in the middle of his forehead.
When he was good, he was very very good, but when he was bad, the other children would beat the everloving shit out of him for having a motherfucking toy in the middle of his forehead in the first place.


I have decided that I hate nursery rhymes. Just 'cause.


Mrmph. Guess what we did today? -Shopping-.

Seriously.

What faggotry is this, I ask Cece. This faggotry, she says to me, is a bunch of suits I thought you might like to wear to the formal. What formal, I ask Cece. The formal, she says to me, is the formal you're going to go to if you want to keep your baby photos out of public scruntiny.
Fuck YOU, I say to Cece. Well, not really, 'cause she'd smack me if I did that.
But I thought it though. Thought it good and loud.

I have to wear pinstripes.
On the upside, Opium's lending me his fedora.

XD

Can't type in full structured sentences.
Blame small squalling child in aisle next to us and Leo with excess amounts of sugar.
Brain -aches- as result of trying to explain to the stupid teenage girl next to me that no, the word cockpit is not amusing.
Need sleep. Need caffiene. Preferably in coke form, but main-lining is optional.

Leo, get off my lap. I'm trying to be horrible and snarky.


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WTFASSIGNMENTSDUEINTWODAYS?!