Happy birthday to my crazy kid brother, farren!
Exhaustion + nausea + mild brainfuckery. Tremors.
I won the iPod War! I rock. Also? I roll.
I've always maintained that I don't have a clear type in guys; I like the tall slender ones with the flowy hair, I like the ones who're built Ford Tough, I like the geeks of all sizes and shapes...
But I obviously do have a type, and that type, ladies and gentlemen, is mean.
To the person who perpetrated yesterday's Mood on me and is continuing with today's: Rest assured that "You bastard" is a term of affection.
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Do you need a contact number for me? E-mail me at shadesong AT gmail.com.
We leave this afternoon. Eep!