I'm not a pyromaniac....I'm just really...flammable.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Day 2 of having the internet back. Ahhhhh......Now this just fucking rocks. But anyway.

I've looked at all the fanfic I need to catch up on. My eyes nearly bugged out when I saw the amount just in Birds of Prey stuff alone. Mehehehehe. Oh well. I'm sure I'll catch up eventually. Perhaps even sometime in this decade...

My Dad's in a shockingly good mood. I think "jubuliant" would be a good word to use. He should have it tattooed on his forehead to remind him in the years to come that there was once a day when he wasn't in a foul mood. It's probably due to the fact that I actually did some work without him having to scowl at me and mutter something about taking my tv away. Meh. So I felt somewhat ambition. Sue me.

Well no, don't.

I am utterly broke. I have nothing. I am but a sheltered beggar that has nothing but what is given to her by her elders.

.........In rereading that, I realized how sickenly true that actually was.

How pathetic....

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