Summing up the previous year and a half:

• I spent 7 months in almost total isolation.
  
• I moved.
  
• I gained ten pounds.
  
• I then lost 56~ pounds.
  
• I carved a pumpkin.
  
• I donated my hair twice to an organization that makes wigs for people with cancer
  
• I don't have an "After" picture
  
• I got a job
  
• Made a sandwich

Fuck boston fucking piece of shit cock suckers I'm gonna fuck all of these fuckers up

You were in front of me in the queue,
Wearing shorts in the rain.
It was difficult not to stare at you.
(though tbh you looked pretty plain)

I'm glad you didn't go to the same film as me.
Cause you would've been a distraction.
You and your god damn muddy shoes and soccer shirt.

I wouldn't have been able to watch the movie.
It wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.
Just because of you and your socks smeared with dirt.

And this finally isn't a blog where I'm being depressed and mopey for no good reason.


This year started off really rough for me.

On the 1st, I managed to get really sick and panicky. A very high fever, extremely dry throat yet not thirsty, absolutely no willpower to eat, all of that.

But that ended pretty quickly, and I was feeling better by the next day. And you know what, I'm feeling good. Damn good. And I have no clue why.

A...

I really liked the Retcon pills from the Torchwood spin-off. One pill and you forget everything you want. I want that now.

...

And I don't even remember most of it.

Well, most of the beginning. I'm pretty sure I remember a good amount of the ending.


...

Perhaps you're afraid you'll end up in a hell filled with organs and blood?

Or perhaps a deep ocean abyssal void, with no way to see what's 5 feet in front of you?


I'm afraid of these things. I'm also afraid of the fact that within a couple weeks, I'll be living in an entirely new home, nearly two hours away from the city. None of my friends are , so I can't vent about it to them.

I don't...

I found two of the motherfuckers in my room, crawling along the corners of the walls. After capturing them, they promptly launched an attack, sending hair into my nostrils and making me sneeze and leak snot all day.

It's on, motherfuckers. I don't care if there's a hive of 10 million of you sonsabitches hiding under my drawer/bookcase. I'm going to send all of you to hell.


While cleaning, I found a knife under my bed. It'll serve well enough to behead the PoWs....

So, some time ago, my mother came over to celebrate my birthday. Better late than never.

While she was here, she found three kittens outside, and managed to get them inside, since she's a bleeding heart animal lover. Don't get me wrong, I love animals too. I don't know what I'd do if some of my pets were hurt.

But for some reason, the cats outdoors always get a specific illness. I don't know what it is, though. For some reason, their eyes swell up, and then... Well,...

I had a nightmare a long time ago, but for some reason I never realized it until now. It's truly one of the most horrifying dreams I can remember ever having, yet for some reason I never remembered it until a few minutes ago.


I was on some sort of street, out in the middle of nowhere. Not Nowhere, Kansas, but more like Nowhere, Maine or Wisconsin or some place like that, because the houses had this distinct feeling like they were from around the time of witches and all that....