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obliviousally_lj....my bread is triangle shaped. Like, little, pale trees. o_o Stupid squished bread.
My tooth is KILLING me. It's sore all the was back around the tendon that connects my upper and lower jaws. It can't open my mouth really wide or yawn or stretch my mouth certian ways. I really hope it grows in properly, cause I am not going to the dentist. x_x My god, it actually HURTS to eat my PB&J sandwich. Augh!! >_< What the FUCK? Now I can't even EAT?!? >______<
Gerbils are doing okay today. Have to get around to introducing the last baby to Rosa and Chii. Whee.
I really have nothing relavant to write about today. Been working on my EA layout and stuff. Playing around with that. I want next week to get here. 70-something degrees. Mmm. Warm.
I realized that yesterday, aside from visiting Doug, was the most miserable birthday I've ever had. And I realized that I don't want to be 20. At all. It's not like it's benefiting me. It's not like it matters that I'll be 21 next year, cause I don't drink anyhow. And it's not like my mom would stop me even if I did, cause I used to anyhow. Everything just seems to get more amd more miserable as you get older. I want to be 10 again. When I didn't have to worry about anything aside from getting up for school the next morning. Augh. Screw adulthood. Right in the ass.
My tooth is KILLING me. It's sore all the was back around the tendon that connects my upper and lower jaws. It can't open my mouth really wide or yawn or stretch my mouth certian ways. I really hope it grows in properly, cause I am not going to the dentist. x_x My god, it actually HURTS to eat my PB&J sandwich. Augh!! >_< What the FUCK? Now I can't even EAT?!? >______<
Gerbils are doing okay today. Have to get around to introducing the last baby to Rosa and Chii. Whee.
I really have nothing relavant to write about today. Been working on my EA layout and stuff. Playing around with that. I want next week to get here. 70-something degrees. Mmm. Warm.
I realized that yesterday, aside from visiting Doug, was the most miserable birthday I've ever had. And I realized that I don't want to be 20. At all. It's not like it's benefiting me. It's not like it matters that I'll be 21 next year, cause I don't drink anyhow. And it's not like my mom would stop me even if I did, cause I used to anyhow. Everything just seems to get more amd more miserable as you get older. I want to be 10 again. When I didn't have to worry about anything aside from getting up for school the next morning. Augh. Screw adulthood. Right in the ass.
