Back to our regularly scheduled programming

Even scarier to me that people reading what I write about them is self censorship. I would feel jailed (like I did when I tried it before) if I felt like I had to hide my thoughts or not say certain things for fear they be seen or misunderstood.

Its inevitable that my thoughts will be misunderstood simply because I don't post them here in a bid to make them clear to the reader. They are mine, I'm just feeding my inner exhibitionist by putting them on the internet.

That being said, I'm out of here!!!

gosh adulthood sucks ass!! I havent got my first paycheck yet, and Im poor already!! Worrahell?
Then I gotta go give some dentist like $3,500 of my money, because I was too poor/too lazy to deal with it before? And of course, now I am off daddy's payroll, the expenses rear their ugle heads *rollseyes*

Its all good. As my aunt said yesterday, "Welcome to adulthood."

eh.

Popcorn and Headers

There are Very Few Times I Want a Man.

Tonight is one of them.

I would love for someone to have (actually, present tense, to) worry about me. I want someone to randomly show up in the lab with a cup of coffee and a sandwich for me. Or just now, when I was hiding tears of sheer frustration, I want someone to notice and hug me into silence and tell me its okay.

Instead I have stolen popcorn