Oh my God so Jenna and I decided to hit Dunkin Donuts and then go to the library to marathon our American Women Writers papers, and as we turned down Diagon Alley to go to the DD in City Place, we saw a group of cute little birds huddled on the bricks.
“BIRDS!” Jenna exclaimed, and then added, once we realized what they were doing, “… EATING … PASTA …?!?!”
won't shut the fuck up
frogsOH MY GOD I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT SOME FROGS LIKE THIS I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU
please stop you’re really loud and right outside my window and i just can’t take it anymore i swear to christ i am this close to introducing your asses to the circle of life okay so please just shut the fuck up you might think you’re really cute and shit but i don’t
Waking up alone~
After what felt like an endless night of horrifying dreams I find myself awake in a cold, sterile hospital room… facing an even more horrifying reality. I can barely remember waking up even though it was only hours ago because all I did was start crying and screaming, I think, and a nurse ran in to sedate me.
You can’t really blame me. I had no idea where I was. And I was in pain.
Well, not pain exactly. I can’t seem to use the bottom half of my body properly. Feeling flickers in and out like a shorting out lamp and my legs, they keep twitching. It didn’t help much that I tried to get up onto my feet as soon as I came to.
I had to find Jon. Where was my husband? The man I adore, the man who’s my everything… he man whose blood is still under my fingernails.
I know where he is now. He’s trapped inside himself… and he may never come back to me. They won’t even let me go see him. I hope wherever he is, it’s nicer than where I was before I came back.
