i-taste-god

Life is beautiful. I had the best New Years ever so far. I love everything right now. Everything was perfect. GLORIOUS!

Harsh hits. Nose drippings. [Both clear and blood tainted.] Bruised bits. Passed on Guinea with two chubby little successors. Painful sneezes. Allergies are scary. The sun never sets on my asshole. Over sized fangs and gaping mouths bother me. I don't agree with you! Educate yourself on HSV-2. My foot is asleep. cerebrospinal fluid.

The one thing that winds me up, ironically, because in the most minimal sense I know I'm better now than in those days before. Ridiculous fine, a suggested tag-line to an outburst of emotion. Swollen glands, uptight moods, blood and a 30 minute quest takes a lot out of a girl. I'm nothing spectacular, no, but it hit a sensitive area for me, the place where my confidence is lacking, and I should know better after all, God knows I cheated on him enough, and I've got something going for myself ever since the day I left. I have enough people who enjoy my work and it's aimed towards the potential career I'd rather have than a struggle to be a gall