demonesskage

I can't sleep. I am really frustrated with life, and I want to kill something.

On a brighter note, tuesday is my 24th birthday. Whee.

I have to clean my room today, email the state board of babering and cosmetology in New York, and switch my school schedule to part time because Sephora needs me to work more then I can right now.

I am still soooo fucking poor. Kill me now.