I have this weird feeling about me these days that is a strange combination of dread and excitement and hatred and love and regret and hope.
I am a walking contradiction.
Kristina and I got attacked by a low flying giant seagull in the parking lot of Circuit City this afternoon.
Talking about things makes breathing much easier. There aren't enough words to thank you.
Memo to the Head of Admissions at the University of Tampa: Thanks for nothing, Jackass.
I have a sweet Peppermint My Little Pony tattoo now. I think I can safely refer to myself as a badass now.
Gosh.
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