Oh, and how true that image is. I wish my love life was something to brag about, but it’s not. I haven’t had an actual “boyfriend” since JK and I broke up last January. And I suppose it’s better that way, cause I’ll still be here taking care of StepDad. No chance to celebrate for Valentine’s Day this year. Maybe Sis and I will sneak out for dinner that night and we can be each other’s Valentine. Hmm. We’ll have to see. I’m not sure about that. In the meantime, here are a few things I AM sure about…
I have to sleep with a blanket on no matter how hot it is.
Sometimes, the things we can’t change, end up changing us.
People think that I’m quiet because I’m shy, but really I’ve been silently judging them from afar and determining that they’re all fucking retards.
I probably wouldn’t kill so many houseplants if they could scream for food and water the way pets and children do.
Some people can’t sleep because they have insomnia; I can’t sleep because I have internet connection.
My mirror and my camera have two completely different ideas of what I look like.
I accidentally clicked iTunes and had to wait two minutes for it to open before I could close it again.
If you tickle me, I’m not responsible for your injuries.
When I’m home alone, every sound is a serial killer.