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Sure, I feel like shit, but I got a nice present in the closet.

Armor!

Just pretend that's a blonde and has more of a red/black color scheme, with less silver XD

So... I need to say something. At least on the internet not everyone at my school can find out. I'm a lesbian, you guys... so. Oh my. I don't know what to do. I have a girlfriend.. But do I have to always wear rainbows and go to parties or something? Because... I'm not comfortable with that.

People say this is coming out? Right? I'm a lesbian... But I don't know if I'm proud yet...

Ruby Lucas: scaring boys away since 1990.

I should really just make myself a shirt that tells guys not to bother. Nothing to see here! Move along!

Once upon a time I was really good at flirting with boys and getting them wrapped around my finger. I lost my touch somewhere along the way. It's probably best for all involved.

( I was not ready for this freak ass weather. )

Weird ass dreams, seriously. Dreamed I met this girl at cheer camp in like, third grade, and it was ... yeah. Don't like how real it was. I woke up and it was like a ghost had seen me or something.

Dear Valarnet,

Having a really really hard time deciding which card to hand out at the Boardwalk holiday party this weekend. Which is just like any holiday party ever, except we're not even pretending no one's going to copy their ass and fax it to the network execs if our premiere party was any indication at ALL of that.

So anyway. You get to vote on a couple of different designs, or should I use them all?

Under the cut cause your boss might get bent out of shape at you looking at sexy pinups at work:

( options (Ooc: This...could be disturbing and horrifying and involves thongs and not much else. I'm gonna rate the images at an R) )


Vote by comment, people?

I don't know if I should be pissed off that my parents already gave me my Christmas present or be happy. (They just gave me a big chunk of cash.) I feel like I should go lingerie shopping, or maybe get a purse.

Okay so I heard about this at school and pleaded and begged and pleaded some more for a computer, so here I am! Hi, I'm Rapunzel!

In search of:

+ A single, good looking dude who is:
1) SINGLE.
2) GOOD LOOKING.
3) 35 or younger, but not younger than 21.
4) You must not be creepy. At all. NO CREEPINESS.


Single, good looking, moderately aged dude that is not creepy should:
+ Want to go on a blind date with a hot, twenty something blonde lady, who is awesome and also who might be able to beat you up if you do turn out to be creepy.

INQUIRE WITHIN.

Happy Birthday, Wrex!

Senior year, head flyer, team captain, and we're going to fucking nationals. I kind of feel invincible.

Alma, want to go out to dinner soon? Like a date? I know you liked the movies.

Normally I mock people who make happy stupid announcements about how they love who they're dating on their Facebook and shit, but now I kind of get it. Sometimes you're so happy, you just want to yell it from a roof or something hokey like that.

Ladies & Gentlemen, boys and girls and whatever you identify with, I have an announcement. Big, life changing announcement actually.

Well, not for you. I mean, your lives will basically be the same.

I, Tony Stark, will be marrying the hell out of Pepper Potts because I asked her and she said yes. And if any of you talk her out of it, I'll find where you live and blast metal outside your house while you try to bring home your date for the first time. You know the one, the hot architect or whatever.

But seriously. We're engaged.

First week in a public High School, and it was a short week. But I learned some interesting things, mostly to do with teenage behavior. My Psychology degree is actually proving useful for once. I still think it is a pack dog mentality that rules the cliques.

The text books are all vastly out of date and many of the history lessons are lacking in context and heavily censored. I got into an argument with my history teacher on Wednesday over the lack of criticism of the side-effects of westward expansion.

And the science...the "science" they teach is a crime.

On a positive note, I made several friends, and Beth has shown me around.

I also am learning what words such as 'shiznet' mean.

Allright, bitches, I need something to do this Friday. If I said my parents were going out of town, could I trust you mouth breathers to not trash the fucking place? Bring your own booze, and don't get arrested and it's on.