If you're a girl that just walks up to some guy she vaguely knows, and jumps at him to wrap your legs around him, I don't want to see it. Put it away, or I'll beat your ass.

One thing I've learned in the last year is that you should never fall for an overachiever. It only makes you look worse. When I said I couldn't write anymore, I meant works of fiction and things outside of schoolwork. Surely I can still write some smatterings of social statements solely for satiating your sadistic standards.

I don't think I can write anymore. I'm sorry.

Good frickin' grief, it's been like 3 weeks, and I still can't shake this cold/disease/curse of slow death. I had to call into work again today, and I know they're getting pissed off at me. (Oh no, I've called in twice in 2 and a half years, and others call in every other day without getting burned. Yeah, that makes sense.) School's been hectic too, as we get ready for spring break. So they like to beat us down before we go on vacation. Another example of great human instincts. "Here's some work for your spring break so that you can relax. Mwahahaha! I'll go eat shit and die now...you wish! Gyaaahahaha!" Dicks.