calamity

some day....
(an experiment in wishful thinking)

- the asshat who stole my laptop (who keeps sneaking into my apartment building, fancy that!) will get his comeuppance
- i won't be poor all the time (i hope)
- i'll finish school
- my family won't be hurting so much
- my set from MAY with steve prue might actually be submitted (i was so close to being done editing it, and then my fucking computer was stolenjkdkfs78ds97985747574r90*587473624949399YUSdykhd!!!!*()@#^&^@%#$%@$%^#)
- i might have some free time
- i won't be anxious all the time
- my room won't exacerbate my insomnia, thinking of "the scene of the crime"
- some cute guy will want to fuck (seriously, once in a month? )

i so, so so so sooooooo want to go home to my mom & dad & brother.
.....and i want to break that stupid cunt(who stole my laptop!)'s legs.

happy halloween. this year has taught me that there are things far scarier than ghosts and more terrifying psychologically than zombies.

fuck you, 2007. i am READY for the new goddamn year.

myself as pregnant spusal abuse raggedy ann and Hunter as the lovely zombie prom queen.


♥calamibroken.