Here is a random bunch of small paragraphs that have nothing to do with each other.

I decided tonight that I’m going back on my pills. Obviously I can’t be trusted to be sane while off of them, otherwise I pull my hair out and cut myself like an angsty emo kid. Bring on the tight jeans and the Dashboard Confessional CDs; I’ll dye my hair black and slick my bangs into my face.

The new computer is running swell. At the moment I’m downloading some stuff and trying to configure things the way I like them. Not included in the downloads is any sort of instant messenger program or cam program. I’m going all antisocial, baby.

Saturday Eddie and I are going out and about. I know that we’re hitting the Arcade because neither of us has ever been, and then the evening is up in the air. Sunday we’re going to Mom’s house for dinner, where I’ll hopefully get to so some work on my crocheted skirt.

Emo boys kissing - I like angsty little emo boys. Two are even better. Make them kiss and I just might not leave the house today.