senorrandom

Is it terribly sad that I've slept better on a couch than in my own bed?

I find it terribly amusing that I'm getting so caught up in a game that involves saving people's lives, that I kind of wish I had training to do so... even though I keep failing miserably, causing them to die. *cusses at Trauma Center*

I need to draw stuff for people who keep on badgering me to do so... 'cause... then they'll stop.

I get to see my girlfriend soon... which is good... 'cause I miss her and I think I need her more than I let on.

I need to get out of town again... and maybe this time, it should be semi-permanent.
I need to get my liscense... I'm almost 25 dammit... and I don't drive? Ridiculous, no?
I don't care anymore whether or not people know when my birthday is... it doesn't matter.

My friend is moving away... which gives me more of a reason to move down South.

Things are just getting... very stressful and I'm getting vexy and I just wanna punch something until it stops moving.

Is there something wrong with that?