I daresay, the past few days have been glorious.
First write-up at work.
New things to try.
Alex comes home today.
I'm going to die of excitement.
Oftentimes, I just hate music.
My mother found my Grandma in Target, and now she's staying with us.
I don't post here. This is for communities. However...
I am fucking crazy. No joke. Oh my fucking god. I used to be an alright person in the head, but after I came back from my visit to my father's house, I'm a fucking weirdo.
And I look like a fucking poodle. Instead of fixing it, I help the poodleness along.
Oh, and, my nails are all the same length.
oh, and, again, I listen to pussyacidtechno baaah.
I'm starting to like my fucked-up blonde/red/orange/white hair. Maybe just starting. Maybe just a little.
I got my car. I have no gas.
No money for gas.
Need job, fast.
Uhm. My cat is very obsese. My sea monkey is a killer.
And I still don't like Dave Matthews Band.