I'm on the last 30 or so pages of The Amber Spyglass and it's very hard for me to bring myself to read them. I don't really want to cry. So I don't think I'll read anymore for awhile.
It's sort of odd. I keep thinking of how I'll explain. And I don't know how. Thing is, and I'm already aware of this, I don't really need to explain myself to people. But it seems like I should figure it out.
I should also stop blocking/forge
P.S
Voldemort is dead. I think.
Surge of good mood and happiness.
I'm so predictable and easy to please.
"When I think of New York, one work comes to mind -- Safety. Or hobo piss. That's two words."
HAH
Oh. And by the way, Aubrey and I heard this song on the radio the other day. Real song and utterly hilarious. The first few lines remind me of Kenny and Zach.
So sick of the hobos
Always beggin' for change
I don't like how I gotta work
And they just sit around and get paid
I hate all of the people
Who can't drive their cars
Bitch you better get out of the way
Before I, start falling apart
I hate how my wife
Is always up my ass
She always wants to buy brand new things
But I, don't have the cash
(Refrain)
Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
I hate everyone to the bitter end
Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight
I hate my life
How come I never get laid?
Nice guys always lose
How could she have another headache?
There's always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job
My boss is a dick
I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of his shit
-(Refrain)-
-Musical Interlude-
I hate that I can't tell
When a girl's underage
And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass
Then her daddy punches me in the face
So if you're pissed like me
Bitches here's what you've gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say 'Fuck you'
-(Refrain)-
So much at stake
Can't catch a break
I hate my life
No there's nothing new
And it sucks to be you
I fucking hate my life
FUCK
Je elftown is le boring.
Look, French!
Oddly determined. Idears. Mm. Better. Optimistic. Must remember that.
Better than before. It's a start.
HAHAHAHAH
Almost freaked the fuck out there, eh?
Hysterics ensue.
But seriously though.
Here I go.
I feel sick.
I'm such a fucking moron.
Mood:
Fast Car - Tracy Chapman
"You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way"
Home. I guess.
This messes with things slightly. No. Not slightly. A lot. Time to be a grown up.
Don't Panic
I think new moon is my favorite.
Sure am wearing shorts and a hoodie. No bra, no panties.
Cha. I'm hawt.
Mmmm... Pie. Pumpkin or apple? Golly, life is full of hard choices.
Kitten is amusing despite sneezing.
Bah. This was pointless.
I had a dream last night that Joe Biden was trying to assassinate me because I told the world about his bad traits and made him look bad to the public.