Weekends are for the Warriors.

Rob is stalking me and found my blog. Creeper.

According to my RSS feeds, nothing amazing is happening or been updated.
Do you know what that means?
It means I'm linking you to A Softer World

ASW: 440
Cyanide and Happiness: 1670

Watch old recordings or watch Rob live today at 1-2PM EST. That link gives both options. Rob is pretty amusing. If you wanna kill time as badly as I do, that's the place to go.

I have to ask, why am I learning about musical terms in English class? I will never understand this goddamn class.

I was thinking about making another blog for the pictures I take periodically. Just an idea. Feedback?



This picture is from Cape Cod when we were walking to the canal. English Muse inspired me to take this picture.



You promised me that you were true,
she's just better than you.

I like hugs.

It's Thursday. Do you know what that means?
Well, it generally means that I had a suck ass day. I don't really like Thursdays.

Lorastory: 2
Cyanide and Happiness: 1669
LFG: 256

As far as I can tell, there's nothing good on Strike Gently. Check it out if you want though.

Onto the ray of sunshine:


Remember Dan, from yesterday? Dan was my sunshine today.
He rode his quad over so we could hang out for a little over ten minutes. It sounds like a waste of gas (1/8 of a tank one way), which it may have been, but I haven't seen the dude since October, I believe. Anyway, it was good to see him. He gives better hugs than I remember.
That picture is the Boston picture, by the way. Actually, it's from Lenox, Massachusetts, but let's not get technical.

Much love, my followers.



I shed my coat with caution,
I lack the beauty you display.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider...

Lives in my shower. Or bathroom, as it may be.
I've made a deal with said spider that if she stays away from my head, I won't kill her. Then I decided I should name her. Charlotte? No, too classic. Suggestions?

Lately I've noticed that one of my favorite bloggers, Bill, has suddenly disappeared. Where are you Bill?

Cape Cod picture:



OH! I found out an old friend of mine has an account on WritersCafe.org
Meet Dan
He's got some poems, and potential poems up. Check 'em out.

Onto more normal things...
Cyanide and Happiness: 1668

Rob will be recording Lorastory in the making live today at 1PM EST. Actually, he does this everyday, I just forget to mention it. Feel free to drop by.

I think that's it.


She turns her back on
the city she once called home
the yard where she ran through snow...

Why am I awake?

I think during the past week, I've spent more time sleeping than I have being awake and doing productive things. Not that I'm a very productive person.... I really am a lazy fuck.

Did I post on Sunday? Shit. I didn't. Okay.
PostSecret
Cyanide and Happiness: 1667
LFG: 255
God I love Richard.

So, according to the new boyfriend (did I mention I got one of those?), and this other kid I dated once, I have this quality about me -which they can't describe or pinpoint- that makes them not "want anyone else". Now, could someone tell what the fuck that's about? Does everyone have this "quality", or am I as magical as I pretend to be? Seriously. Either they just want to get laid, or I'm fucking awesome. Help meeeeeee.
Also, my brother-in-law, the artsy one (AKA: Rob) says I should come to one of their "guys night" things. How do I interpret this? Ironically enough, he tells me this the night I buy the stilettos. Anyway, I asked him "What, am I one of the guys now?" and his response "Yeah, basically." Ummmmm... It reminds me of Katy Perry's song One Of The Boys.
I should probably link to that... Too lazy.

So it's Tuesday, and I've already managed to sleep, which I will resume doing in a matter of hours, and accomplish nothing. Off to a great start this week.



Another Boston picture. Cape Cod, technically. I doubt that really matters though.

I'm ridiculous. It's great.

So... Yesterday -which was Friday- I went shopping. I bought stilettos. They make me just short of six feet. They're four inch heels. So I don't actually need them to be tall, but I figure I have the body to throw on heels and live in an imaginary world where I'm a model and I do whatever the fuck I want. So I bought them.
And people are all "Why? You're already way too tall." I say fuck 'em. Long story short, I've been stumbling around the house all day with four inch heels. I can't decide if I regret it or not.

A friend of mine is in the hospital, partially my fault. But let's not go there.

Ummm...
New Lorastory page up: 1
Cyanide and Happiness: 1664

scatter-brained

I know, lots of posts today. I can't help it. So much to say.

To Write Love On Her Arms is now on Twitter. Feel free to follow.

Just throwing it out there.

Rob's working on a new comic.
You can watch him draw the strips live here.
You can wait for the strips to show up on the Lorastory site here.

It's looking pretty awesome so far. The actual site only has the cover up so far. That's why you should watch him draw it. I'm trying to convince him that he neeeeds me to cohost.

This is stupid.

Last night my friend decided to not sleep... and I offered to stay up with her. I went to bed at two (pathetic, i know, I haven't stayed up late in a long time). I got up at 7:30. What the fuck is that? I hate my body.
Then Flock shut down completely. Stupid technology. I don't like today.
And last night I wound up talking to this dude I once dated and he's like "you know, I really miss you. do you think someday we could get back together?" I'm thinking "shhhhiiiiiitttttt."
That was my adventure.

Thursdays can only mean three things:
Cyanide and Happiness: 1663
LFG: 254
LFG is all serious and shit. I hate it when it's serious. I want Richard back. I love Richard. =p
Lastly, it means I have counseling tonight. Awesome.



I love Free Hugs. It was probably my favorite part of Saturday.
Much love.




Medically speaking: you're adorable,
from what I hear, you're quite affordable.

Is there anything good about Wednesday?

Not really.


Cyanide and Happiness: 1662

This is Louie and me. Best dog ever.

The one before that is just some tall buildings caught in the descending fog. smog? Who knows.
Have I mentioned that I love Boston?
'Cause I do.

So...that's it for today.
I think my posts are getting worse and worse.
Bah.

Much love.


You're crazy and I'm crazy about you.

Boston is the shit

I went to Boston this weekend. Did I tell you I was going? o.O
Well I did. and I came to the conclusion that Boston is absolutely amazing. I love it.
I brought you pictures, don't worry.

Yesterday, PostSecret day, I got home around 6:30 or 7.

LFG: 252, 253
Cyanide and Happiness: 1660
Major pedo-ness.

So that's basically it. Here's a picture:


More to come later in the week.
Or just hit up my Flickr.
Not all of them are up yet. I'm working on it.

Also, How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory are on tonight. 8-9 PM EST.
Don't miss it.




Love is the movement,
Love is a revolution.

I'm going under.

Monday.
The Big Bang Theory...now. Which is 8 PM EST, btw.
How I Met Your Mother.... 8:30 EST

Also,
Looking For Group: 251
Cyanide and Happiness: 1652
Pretty much sucks all across.

I can't think of anything else. Not that it really matters.


Oh, I leave for Boston on Thursday. If I get any fascinating whatnot's, you'll be the last to know.

Let's hope I can deal with myself long enough to post again.
Here's to severe depression.

Success...

Happy Mothers Day after all my....followers. Hah. I feel like Jesus.

Anyway.
I'm only posting because I'm bored and there's no church tonight, and therefore I'm allowed online. Twisted? Very. But I'll take what I can get.

POSTSECRETTTTT. Rules my world.

I should probably post something about mothers, huh? Oh well.

Cyanide and Happiness: 1651

Hmmm...
Tonight is Law & Order: Criminal Intent with the new dude whose name I can't currently remember. But it looks like a good episode. I love this guy.
After that...Or before? Somewhere in there... In Plain Sight. Mediocre show, in my opinion.

So what did you do for Mothers Day?

I can't think of any snazzy lyrics,
so ..... sorry.

Conniving...

Such a fun word.

In fact, conniving is a word I tend to use to describe myself. That's beside the point.

So, last night didn't happen. Jake didn't have money. His friend didn't want to drive. Pfft.
Instead, while my parents are out buying things from yard sales that we have no need for, he's coming over (eventually >.>). Imagine the rest.
Dad's calling me when they start heading home, because I'm surprising mom by cleaning the house for mothers day. Wish me luck.

In short, if all goes accordingly, it will all be more experience under my belt.
Does that phrase even make sense?


Now, my lovelies....
Cyanide and Happiness: 1650
Interesting...

Ummm...
I probably won't be posting tomorrow,
so here's the PostSecret link. It updates around midnight. So...

Happy Mothers Day....early.
much love.


Counting down,
make that sound
and you know it makes no sense.
Counting down,
till you mess around,
and I know you can't ever change.

I just needed you to pick me up...

Okay, so I have seven minutes to cram ....make that six.... all this shit in here. Ready?

LFG was yesterday: 250
(sorry about not updating, not that you're paying attention. Btw, Bill, if you're still alive out there, I miss you. Come back.)
Cyanide and Happiness: 1649
(This is probably just something you should RSS, because I'm a lazy bitch. Also stupid, according to my ex, but long story there.)

What are your plans this weekend?

Tonight I'm going out with my friend with benefits, Jake, and his friends. Jake is the reason I'm recently single. But it's okay. He's all I've got left in this town.
Saturday, school shit. fml.
Sunday, church. death.

All right, so, I think that's about it.

Oh, wait, Rob's not doing Raisin' Cain comics anymore, the loss of Chris kind of ruined everything, so the whole thing is just down the shitter now.


I just needed you to pick me up,
Like you did when we were younger:
When the lightning and the thunder
had me clinging to your heart.
For someone to pick me up
when I'm down,
when I'm forgotten...

In case you're wondering....

I'm still somehow alive.
Blogs have been getting sketchy, I know. I'm just a lazy fuck.

So today, I wake up to hear that one of our pipes broke (which turned out to be a lie in the end), which means I haven't showered yet. It also means that there have been two to three men (all of which I know) tearing about my porch. Turns out there was just a decently large salamander caught in one of our pipes, whose body my dad removed. Of course, they realize this after they rip up half of the panels on our porch. Good job guys. So now they're hammering it back down, which makes it even harder to work.

It also turns out that I'm banging my best friend. Which is convenient, because neither of us have a conscience and I see the kid all the time. Dirty Little Secret.

You know what Monday means, right?
LFG: 249
Kinda lame, but I guess it goes with the plot. wtfe.
Cyanide and Happiness: 1646
Kinda weird, but okay.
It also means The Big Bang Theory is on at 8 PM EST, and How I Met Your Mother directly after at 8:30 EST.
Be there or be a turd.

Check out Strike Gently if you want, I'm too lazy to see what's there. It looks as if Green Day is going on tour though. Not that I can afford to go to a goddamn concert.

I almost think I had something worth while to say, but god knows I always forget it.
I think I might go crash soon. These medications are beating me down.
Happy Monday.



I've got a fever for you
and all the crazy shit you do...

Hoopes...

Sadness on the laziness. Longggg story for that one.

First of all...
LFG: 247, 248
Cyanide and Happiness: 1642
That one is hilarious, might I add.

I'm off to go bowling with a friend!
more later.
love to the kiddies.



He'll always know that
that it's meant to be,
'cause she's the only girl
that he will ever need.