Heave Ho
I've moved.
... or the right time?
Um. Bank of America just approved me for a card with an inconceivable credit line. I mean, a shitload of money. WHATTHEFUCK? I don't even have a job. I guess that's how I'm financing Puerto Rico.
I am terrified. Every single cell of my body is vibrating, every muscle is tensed, every neuron is firing. I am buzzing. I am paralyzed. I am terrified.
In the middle of watching Gilmore Girls:
I don't have time for this drama bullshit. Honestly. I'm going back to guys permanently. I don't know why I thought I could ever be a girl.
It's been brought to my attention that I may have lost my edge. That is, if I ever had an edge to begin with. I apologize.