::: Futility :::

like dreams that fade upon waking
open your eyes and see the world
don't let life slip through your fingers
smile for the tattered dreams left behind
and always keep your chin up
never let them know you'll be dead tomorrow
yell at the sun
tell it not to shine
but it won't listen to what we say
can you blame it?

Do I look like a whore? *checks reflection*

I feel like such a whore after my rping last night. Holy fuck. Yeah. And then my sister got at my birthday list (which was written on teh white board on my door).
It now says:
-hetai magazine [I think she means hentai]
-big orgy
-Bowie porn
-ths Scapegoat [one of my guy friends]
-Scapegoat & Applicant 17.5 [...with another of my guy friends]
-a toothpick
-a digicam (for Elrohir[my sister's nickname])
-a web domain [because she benefits from it...]
-a big steak deinner [I don't eat red meat]
-to go shopping for present for Elrohir
-a million dollars for Elrohir
-an Eltendo party [this is where her and I play nintedo together. We call it 'Eltendo' because of our Elrohir & Elladan nicknames]

right. *kills sister*

Chores I was sucked into today?

Let's see, I've vaccuumed, cleaned out the van, did the dishes, picked up the trash in my backyards, picked up wood mulch for daddy, and drove my sister so she could return the books she borrowed.

Yeah, busy day, and yet I still managed to completely squick myself working on a plot for Seven. Lesson learned: if you nearly faint during first aid training, don't go looking up 'dismemberment' on the internet. But that plot has to wait until after the Gildor/Seven etc... plotline, so everyone better get online at the same time one of these days so we can discuss it, or else.

Oh, and just for reference, having cedar mulch in your shirt is rather uncomfortable.

(no subject)

*goes on a killing rampage all because her little brother stole all of her Cheerio mix*