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Meh. I don’t feel any better.

hinthinthinthinthinthinthint. ;_;

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. 11 more shopping days till Christmas? FUCK MY LIFE.

-wishes she could post to srsblog- I need to rant. -_-

I just want a serious conversation. Pouring out our bleeding hearts. No leaf or stone unturned. Nothing left unsaid. It is too much to ask but it is just a thought I have in my head.

“Today, My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us. A we were about to descend, he came on the loud speaker and said “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.” One extremely pretty brunette refused to, stating that “In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.” To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch.” Nicely done, Mr. Happy. MLIA” WIN.

Bah. -_-

I don’t like these jokes because they make me sad. Not because they’re bad but because they’re just jokes. They’ll never be real. That fact, and that fact alone, makes me sad. It is horribly pathetic, especially now.

Oh double meanings, you have struck again. Oh double meanings, will you be missed again?

Oh well one plus of this afternoon, I got new perfume. ^_^ Not I can smell different everyday of the week. But watch, I’ll end up wearing the same perfume I always do until it runs out. ifl the stuff I use. Haha. But I love the new stuff as well. Well, I guess we’ll just see how it works out. X)