Seriously, within minutes of dropping a majorly depressed tweet, I was inundated with love and pictures of baby animals and lolcats. In one hour I went from thinking about not making it to 24 years old, to actually laughing out loud.

♥ Thank you, guys. I owe you all so much love. ♥

Here's to tomorrow being a better day.

( rockin' geekgrrl, tweet tweet tweet )

LoudTwitter is looooud

Dear fandom:

If I fail at everything I owe people, just don't aim for the face when you stone me, all right?

Sincerely,
a gigantic writer's block



I really don't have anything to say besides: my mood sucks, it seems like no one else is happy, and if I had eight bucks I would already be walking home from the store with a cigarette in my mouth.

So I guess being broke is the most efficient way to not backslide.


I kind of want to redo my livejournal. To keep from fucking with it, I'm tweaking around Dreamwidth instead. There's a lot less I can damage there.

Rachael wanted to know if I'd visit her if she got swine flu. She actually has something to complain about, the boy who brought her to prom last night was a psycho creeper the whole time. Me, I'm just moody.