you love me and my h0rishness

Oh, flist. When I am tired, I am snuggly. *hugs you close*

Right now, I am fuzzy and fluffy, I am so close to being asleep I'm not even sure I'm typing this, PeeWee's playhouse is on, I get to scream at random intervels whenever the the special word is said, and I have completely shirked all responsibility regarding my philosophy homework.

(Um. I have three classes tomorrow, right? What am I even taking? I don't know.)

Life is good and I don't think I could possibly love it more than I do right now. Even though I know I have all of these obligations and problems, it doesn't much matter, considering how lucky I am to know all the beautiful people I know and have all the friends I do. ♥

So, tell me something, sweeties: something about you or your life or if you remember a particular childhood something. Do you have a favorite subject? Have you always loved jazz?

Just--let's have a nice, long talk.

i mean to prove i mean to move in my own way

Today, I said to myself, "Huh. A lot of people don't have sexy icons. That's sad." And the sadness did so move me that I thought I might make some for public consumption and enjoyment.

( It is possible I went a little overboard. )