Your Personality Is Like Alcohol

You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester. Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable. You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work! At your best: You are uninhibited, funny, and relaxed. What people like about being around you: You're friendly, welcoming, and easy to talk to. What people dislike about being around you: You're a little sloppy and careless. How addicted people get to you: A fair amount, though they tend to deny it.

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

Ooer.

We Are Driving Through Darkness.

I am 17 and full of plans. But none of that is going to happen. Something completely different is.

Litty Kitter.

What, is everyone else having the time the Ominous Omniscent Tarot Cards said *I* would? Ajeeb. Cause, y'know, the OOTCs said something about the Ten of Swords, and Pentacles, and all that hoopla, and apparently, my past, present and future are all supposed to have sucked, is still sucking, and will continue to suck. Respectively. 

But fuck you OOTCs, I'm not lamely blue and unfun now, I'm all jacked up on optimism and shinyhappygiri. Which is fun, I'm thinkin'. 

Things are happening so fucking quickly this year, I haven't even had a moment to BREATHE, it's like I blink and *poof* there goes that plotline. It's just messed up. And with all these new characters, plus the old ones, plus the numerous cameo appearances, not to mention the number of random unrequired scenes and cliffies and twists, WHERE IS THAT DAMNED PLOT WHEN YOU NEED IT?! GRAH! 

So I may be just a little bit high strung, but hell. That's infinitely better than being whiny and drowning in the deepdarkabyss of Self Pity, no?

O Blobulous One, Get Well Soon And Calm These Maternal Worries!

My lovely new baby got hisself a tapeworm in his tum and just began puking and feeling all woozy and sick-like, after I gave him (well more like force-fed him, stubborn ass) de-worming meds.

I feel like such ay shitty surrogate mommy. He probably thinks so, too.

:(

Stupid WORM, LEAVE BLOB ALONE ALREADY, YOU LEETLE SEGMENTED TOO-WHITE CUNTBAG!

NoNameFace

Jesus fucking Christ, I am up to HERE with blogs about the beauty of the flipping leaves dancing in the breeze and the bloody setting sun and NATURE and blech.
It's one thing to feel it. It's a whole other story when you write all that shit down. Effing pretentious sounding fags. I'm including myself in this, because yes, I am also that full of shit, and all this aggression is directed not just at every other romantic-blog writing schmucks, so if there happens to be any flamers here, go fuck yourself. There's nothing TO flame.

Anyhoo, yesterday, I equated Genghiz Khan with Hitler.
Moron, I am. I didn't MEAN to though, I was just SAYING, it's funny how both of them had such small dreams and went on to do such earth shattering wohmigaad! things.
Yeh, that.
Ah well though, yesterday was such a FABULOUS day. Another one of those Randomly-Meeting-Fun-People Days. How I love those days. And these funna friends of mine.