It decides to snow today.
At least it's already melting off but fucking hell is it making the ache in my leg act up.

Also this essay I have to do can go suck a dick, but that's nothing new in the least.

And I hate it.
With a burning, fiery absolute passion that could scorch the sun.

( Cut for those who (stalk me) and/or don't care )

My anger burned itself out rather quickly with this one so yay I'm just going to leave it at that.

Hey.
Hey stomach.

I know you've been bitching and whining at me for the past two days and all and I should probably find some medicine or something to calm you the fuck down before you kill me but I would enjoy it extremely much if I didn't wake up with the feeling of wanting to puke my lower intestine out through my throat.

Just a thought, y'know?

See, computer, this is why I don't like to log out of you. You update without my consent and then you refuse to fucking work.

I have shit to do, computer, I can't afford you doing this shit right now.