I’m getting brutalized by pollen, my throat hurts like hell, I’m getting nowhere relationship-wise, and prom is looming closer, yet I keep pushing the issue of getting a date into the dark, unkempt corners of my mind, as I am conquered by indecision and completely out of control. blogging is so much fun, I should do it more often.
Those days when nothing goes right, and all your plans are upended like a japanese tea table when the firstborn son doesn’t meet expectations. Don’t you love them? Me? Not so much. Not so much at all. Now let this be my initiation into the self pitying tumblr masses.