It sucks. =[ =[ Worst sore throat ever.
On the bright side, I will now eat ice cream for every meal until I get better.
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It sucks. =[ =[ Worst sore throat ever.
On the bright side, I will now eat ice cream for every meal until I get better.
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Head ache, fever, congestion, sore throat.
All I want to do is lay in bed and watch cartoons.
Decided to make a blog of all of the zombie pin-up pictures I took with my friends:
I made a zombie pin-up blog! I’m still working on posting stuff and picking a layout, but I’ll post a link in a sec.
Why don’t I have cable in my bedroom. =[ =[
I hate you. I hate your unsmiling, sunburned face. I hate your cigarette smoke. I hate your pudgy hands, which aren’t even usually typing away on your laptop. I hate the way that your computer could not possibly need to be charging for all six of the hours you’re at the coffee shop, but you keep it plugged in anyway so that anyone who needs to charge their computers has to go inside, even though it’s cold inside. I probably don’t hate you because I’ve never talked to you. I think I’ve made eye contact with you once, and you had a rude look on your face, so that must count for something. Maybe hate is too strong a word, but woman who comes to PJ’s every day and doesn’t share the outdoor table near the outlet, I strongly dislike you and wish that you would go away because other people’s computers need charging too.
That’s probably true. I just need to get around to making it, I guess… I’m not sure if it should be a tumblr or a blogger or what sort of blog would be best. I’ve also been meaning to set up a web comic, but I haven’t found a satisfactory site for doing so. =\
Yes, I should probably do that. I found like hundreds of zombie pictures. I also found the zombie pin-up calendar my friends and I made. I feel like I could have a whole blog of just zombie pictures.
People are like ashtrays. People are like trashcans. We get filled up with all of this debris—all this shit—in our day-to-day lives, and we have to empty ourselves out somewhere if we wish to continue acting as productive members of society. If we let ourselves get too full, that’s when we break, and everything spills out and it’s not pretty. In fact, it’s disgusting, and it inhibits functionality. So, this is where I’m emptying myself out. This is all of the shit I’m purging from my mind and my heart so that the show can go on as scheduled.