My Own Worst Enemy

I've had one of those days when I cannot say or do anything right, and no one will leave me alone. So I pick fights with innocent bystanders, including everyone I know on teh internets. I want to call Jody & tell her she's a retard. I almost knocked Chelsie's head off earlier. I want to sneak into Rob's room & poke him in the armpit with a fork. I want to give Bob a swirlie.

I should probably just spend this weekend in an alcoholic haze. Others will probably be safer that way.

WTH? OMG?! Nooooeees!!! Make It Stop!

I... I am speechless.

This is horrifying.

First of all, turn down your speakers if you're going to look. Not because if you stare at the screen long enough, Regan from the Exorcist is going to come screaming at you, but because the music is obnoxiously loud.

Don't look. Seriously. You'll want to claw your own eyes out after you see it.

I can't help myself, it's almost mesmerizing, but...

Oh Gods... It's looking back at me!

Writer's Block: Clothing Options

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Comfy. Very, very comfy.