marieldraconis

You see--this is the problem. I want to believe that, but in a few hours I'm going to go off on another sulk and be convinced that even the stuff I'm happiest with is completely terrible.
Well...except for the "kick major buttocks" part. That I believe. One of my friends on campus had her ex-boyfriend show up two weeks ago, and though I never actually met him, she told him about me and scared him so much that he was jumpy around brown-haired girls with glasses that day. Mwahahahaha.
Right, yes...e-mail poke Chala when I want reading.
Speaking of Facebook...several people yesterday posted a comment on my roommate's behavior:
"Canada is talking to me!" *BOUNCEBOUNCEBOUNCE*