So. fucking. busy. I don't like having things to do. I don't like having obligations. I get stress balls in my neck and my tum and have horrible nightmares.
I have very much more to say, but absolutely no time to say it. ACK.
one year ago today: "as with most things, that's all i wanted: validation. " two years ago today: "so i guess everyone walks down del playa street looking for the shortest beer line [true: it's all you do in IV]."