Quote of the Year.

"You know, somewhere deep under all that sarcasm is sweetness.  Actually, you're the sweetest girl I know... Even though you can be a real bitch.  But, that bitchiness is used for good, know what I'm sayin'?" said my probably Best Friend at this point.

I am honestly shocked by this.

But, it made me happy...

Even if won't admit it.

Numbing effects.

Yeah, so I always feel numb.
Not my body, but like my emotions...
Like my Grandmother died.  I did nothing but nod and go about my day.
And, when my dad's friend died at my house, and I think I was the last to see him alive... Nothing.
I don't feel the dread I should be feeling.
What's wrong with me?

Second note.

Second post, within minutes of the first post. Exciting, eh?
Anyways, I forgot to mention that I'd be making constant posts/reviews of books I read occasionally.
It'll be great. Ish.

So, I've conformed to making a blog.

As you can read from the title above, I've conformed to making a blog.
Mainly cause typing hurts less than writing several pages in my diary.
So, you wanna hear about my averagely shitty life?
Well, too fuckin bad, you're going to stay seated, and read this sad excuse for a blog.
Because, I need total strangers from "Da Interwebzz" to comment on my life and boost my ego, because some shit about today's girl's self images, and blah blah blah.
I blame society.