

I’m still trying to recover from that latest chapter. Damn.
Let’s just hope I won’t have hack/spam issues next time I log it.
Hayden’s texting me and is all “Are you gonna have a party for your sixteenth? Well, are ya? Are ya?”
My birthday was last week, bitch. And parties are a bitch to plan and people are needy, insatiable, annoying arseholes. There are few normal fucking human beings in this area. They’re either sheltered pseudo-christian naivetes with Nazi parents or drug-induced dropouts who would only come for the booze and turn a heel the moment they find out they wouldn’t get any. Or try to ruin everybody’s night in spite of the fact.
Plus the house is pretty damn small, my mother’s cousin is staying over and I DON’T FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT.
The last time I tried to plan a decent event I ended up in tears from stress just to end up having shitloads of gossipy bullshit among peoples parents ruin it almost completely. Not to mention the needless drama and tension that followed for months on end afterwards.
Luckily a few decent people saved me from having a complete grudge against humanity for a certain period of time.
It’s contrary to my usual character, really.
Other than that shitty little memory,
Life’s gr8
Dat cross.
my sister went to a dress up party. guess which one she is?
This actually lifted my mood. :)
How can someone look so evil while holding cake?
Purely the Doesn’t-read-homestuck-but-it’s-all-over-her-dashboard and sobbing because I have no idea what the fuck is going on.