I can see it in their eyes—THEY'VE ALREADY DIED INSIDE.

I can't say I'm exactly pleased with how the day is going.

Pick two numbers, (Between 1 and 22) and in return I will reply with a drabble with those two characters, in return, you must do this on your own journal. Do not look under the cut at a sneak peak of those characters.

( CHEATING IS FOR LOSERS. Or cheat. I don't care. )

My motorcycle has been rendered hilariously useless. More details when I don't feel like laugh!crying about them.

[Poll #1148431]

We're having a bitch off, to determine which of us is a more terrible person.

Happy birthday technobubblegum~!

I've got my own P.O. box now,'cause I got sick of my family losing my mail.

After I did that I passed out for like four hours.

pushpushlady, arcesso, immelmanturn, yamiaudra, you guys waste my efforts by either turning off your alerts or not checking your profiles. Or just ignoring me. Your failure is epic and my disappointment is crushing, I tell you, crushing.

Edit: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh man that's awesome.

Okay, so, today.

[upon hearing that I'm asthmatic but refuse to carry an inhaler most of the time]
arcesso: Oh my God. Don't die.
pushpushlady: *behind her, nodding and mouthing words silently* Die.

[as we tried to cross the street]
arcesso: *grabs my left arm, shoves me into the path of a moving vehicle*
pushpushlady: *grabs my right arm, drags me back onto the sidewalk*

Which friend is more fail? Do actions speak louder than words? What?

We saw Sweeny Todd. I hated it. When I wasn't falling asleep I was giggling at totally inappropriate moments--and I mean the moments that were actually supposed to be emotional and moving and stuff. I thought the gore was just stomach turning. Also, Johnny Depp can't sing.

So I guess pushpushlady took me off her flist. This the end of our friendship. Fuck that whore, anyway!

Going ice skating again! Someday I will get good, I swear. And I think I'll ask yamiaudra if she doesn't mind job hunting a little bit beforehand? Sounds good! It's snowing like mad and it pisses me off that I've been refusing to go out until it stops and it just gets worse.

Oh, I've also only had two hours of sleep, and that was at like. Ten in the morning, until noon? I got up 'cause I got to talk to Nick -- Nick is our German "brother," kind of, so getting to talk to him is like ^____^. And not the evil ^___^, either! The good kind.

... I should think about dressing. Where the hell are my sweaters?! It's fuckin' cold outside, man.

Edit: Who the hell is trying to kill me with their brain?