...I want to whine.

[silverthorne]

1) This bullshit with the eyes is starting to piss me off. Make it stop. I need my eyes, for just about everything I do. Make it stop Right Now. Thank you.

2) I hate taking four days to color a picture when it used to only take me several hours. But I'll take that I'm at least getting it done. Just the hair on this one to go.

3) It's stupid, and I haven't given a fuck in years, because it usually didn't happen, and when it did, the attendant stress that came with it made it a horror rather than something to look forward to, but I'm...wishing I had someone sending me flowers or a card or something on the 14th. Doesn't even have to be roses....and then I think about Kon and his carnations and...yeah. Not good. Need to stop thinking about that right now or I'll be useless for the rest of the week. Over something that's essentially pretty silly.

3a) ETA: Doesn't help that Grandpa Campbell died on St. Val's day as well. Same year I fell through a pallet and twisted my ankle. God, that was a shitty year.

4) I really want my eyes fixed. I probably wouldn't be half as depressed if I could just fucking see.

5) Tomorrow is the first serious thing to be done at the dentist.

6) Um....*hugs* to everyone. Because...well...*hugs*

Comments

[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

Agreed. Zombie boyfriends probably aren't much fun.

Not unless we're in some weird Shaun of the Dead universe, no. Although, knowing Kon...

I could. I've been thinking about treatng myself to a massage for a few months anyway, so maybe that's what I'll do next Saturday. Let someone else work all my muscles out for me for an hour or something.