judypatricia

About three times a year, I get cramps so bad I'd rather be punched in the mouth and left for dead, than have to actually function. Today's a day like that. Although they aren't terrible yet...no; they'll wait until I'm ready to fall asleep to assault me entirely.

Speaking of assault.
I would totally let Chris Noth do whatever the hell he'd want with and to me. I think he is ridiculously hot, partly because he looks like a jerk. Give it to me, Big.


I would very much like to get laid, thank you.

For the first time ever, I did not register for my classes three months early. In fact, I believe my fall session starts September 8th, and I just now picked out my classes. One of them is a creative writing course, which I hope will be worthwhile, however, if I have to write a piece on who my favorite author is or what's my comfort food, I will stand up on something and throw a chair.

You know what never fails to make me laugh? When guys like Will Ferrell, or really any man, scream or yell comedically. I don't know why I find it so amusing. Or when they just shout stuff loudly, and their voice strains. Yeah.

I received a neatly written letter from none other than Kestrel today, in the mail. Not only did she write me, she included several random things lying around her room and drew me a picture I so desperately want to have tattooed to my body.



Yes, those two yellow things would be Band-Aids, and yes, that red thing would be a jelly bean.

PS: Go look at the pathetic look on FreakPirate's face, and toss him some cash.