...for three days. -_-

Anywhoo, I've started having seizures at night. Go me. -_- But, the plus side is they moved my appointment at that fancy hospitial up. I'm going on the first of February. Grr.

Anyway, Blue wrote a fic and dedicated it to me! (Not just me, but..you know.) It's v. fucked up. I ♥ it. So very, very fucked up.
Speaking of fic, I need to get my sick ass in gear and finish the third chapter of StD. (Ha! That still slays me. STD.)

I uploaded a bunch of pictures on my iPod. Or as I like to call it, my ghettoPod. It doesn't tell me the song names. I just have a shitload of Track 1's, 2's ect.

And I keep having weird dreams, like having to back-up sing for Nick Carter. *shudder* And, it seems the dreams of me ransacking Hottopic have started up again.
[mini backstory]
For the longest time, I had dreams of going into Hottopic and stealing everything. Maybe that is where my kleptomania stems from. Hottopic made me a klepto! I wonder if I can sue. Haha. Just kidding.
[end mini backstory]

My cat, Harley, is jealous of my ghettoPod. He keeps trying to take it away from me.

I've decided that I like writing smut so much, that when I'm a famous author, I'm going to have a pseudonym (is that how you spell it? *sweatdrop* You know, a pseudo-name.) that writes smut! ^__^

( The fake cut, for those who don't want to know. ^_^ )

Yay being awake to LJ!

Monk Out

"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"-Mae West in She Done Him Wrong.