Cat purring

Jan. 6th, 2015 11:56 pm
klena: (because we'll be together)
Not a lot to say today. I felt shit, the closest to being depressed for a long time. And I know it's because of all the recent deaths. Plus I'm hormonal, and Booker woke us up at 5am, being a brat.

So I took the afternoon off work, because I wasn't in the right frame of mind being there.

Slept, Dave made dinner of veg soup and garlic bread.

Watched some TV. "Broadchurch" returned really strong, looking forward to following that. "Sleepy Hollow" was disappointing, much like most of the last series. I may have to drop it, which is sad when the first series was so excellent.

Cleaned up, sorted some cupboards and took down the Christmas decorations. Not a lot more to say.
klena: (the stars are falling from the sky)
Had one of those days where I've just felt kinda crappy all day. The jobs listed today were all for really technical jobs like engineers or paralegal/legal jobs which are completely WAY out of my field. Lovely housemate has emailed her recruitment firm for me to recommend me so I'm going to send them my email in the morning and then give them a call in the afternoon.

I just feel really disheartened and lonely and since I've come back from home, all I want to do is move back home. Which came completely out of left field really but the more I think about it...I think it's just because I'm always really concerned about my family and with both Mama and Papa D being diagnosed with high blood pressure and things, it just makes me really worry. And I want to be with my parents and get really annoyed at them for being tits and just get hugs from my mum when I want them and someone to play Rockband with.

I don't know whether I'm just having a delay in processing this year or I'm just in a slump but I rang my mum tonight and ended just having a bit of a weep on the phone to her. Which then I felt guilty for and apologised for because I didn't want to worry her. But all I really wanted was a hug from my mummy.

So I might just organise a few days home with the money my mum gave me for Christmas. I just. I don't want to feel this way. So I've been playing "Batman: Arkham Asylum" and I'm going back around the game and collecting all the Riddler things to try and stop thinking about iut. But. Well.

I'm sorry for whining. Have a picture of a cool as fuck cat.

klena: (but when the sun shines again)
You know October, for being my favourite month, you sure have been a bit of a cow. It is nearly the end of the month and I feel a little lost as to where the time has gone.

I vanished because 2 weeks ago on Saturday, Dave's stepfather died. some medical information that might upset and the funeral )

So that was that. There was a wake afterwards at a nearby golfclub and I met a lot of Shirley's friends, Steve's family and various neighbours. Most of them knew me before I was introduced which was strange but everyone was lovely. We spent most of our time chatting with Dave's aunt, uncle, granddad, Jenny and Steve. We had a quiet dinner together that night, Dave, Shirley, Jenny, Steve and I.

The past few days have been filled with going out for walks with Walter, Shirley (and Steve's) black cocker spaniel, spending time with Shirley just talking and drinking lots of tea and seeing Dave's grandma. On top of that, we've been dealing with work as and when we've had some time at Shirley's. We've had aan issue with a Joker costume from our supplier and now the customer has cancelled the order. Customers demanding refunds for costumes they've returned STINKING of B.O. A US customer initating a chargeback for a Catwoman costume the day it arrives to her, stating it hasn't arrived. Ugh, I hate customers.

So pretty exhausting. We arrived back in Leeds last night and walked home. Climbed into bed and were asleep within 2 hours.

On top of all this, the Google Panda update a week ago seems to have completely fucked us up in website rankings. We were on the first page for most of our keywords and now we're 6 or 7 pages down. At the moment we're still doing okay because it's Halloween but after next week, it could seriously destroy the business. Dave's been pretty worried and really stressed unsurprisingly. The past two weeks have been a little tense - we've had two of the worst fights we've had since being together over the stupidest of things but considering the circumstances, it's not surprising. We're doing pretty good now with the funeral being done.

My plan now is to start searching for a job in case things do go tits up. We need at least one salary to survive on and two separate ones definitely isn't going to hurt. So updating my CV and applying for everything is on the list for this week. As Dave also pointed out, if I do get a job and I utterly hate it, there is still work for me to do with him. So that alleviates a lot of pressure.

Halloween's coming up and I'm completely unprepared. Unhappy face. However our local Co-Op is selling some huge pumpkins so I might treat myself to a pumpkin to carve and try baking or cooking with the innards. Anyone got any good pumpkin recipes?

I'm also trying to get my entries ready for the Joeyverse Cosplay Contest. The contumes are about 90% and 60% done respecitvely done. I just need to sort out time for Dave and I to shoot. Because he's my favourite and will only mock me a little for cosplay and tarting myself up.

Dave has now come in to bed so I am going to finish up and go to make myself a cup of hot chocolate before talking to mama Denvir and watching "Criminal Minds"
klena: (just do it)
Sick of jumping through hoops that might be pointless. Everytime something get sorted, something else comes and fucking belts us in the face. Getting to the point of negligence, but no one will hold themselves accountable. I just want him home.

Relax by Ellen Bass

Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
melting in the car and throw
your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.
Your husband will sleep
with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling
out of her blouse. Or your wife
will remember she’s a lesbian
and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat—
the one you never really liked—will contract a disease
that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth
every four hours, for a month.
Your parents will die.
No matter how many vitamins you take,
how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,
your hair and your memory. If your daughter
doesn’t plug her heart
into every live socket she passes,
you’ll come home to find your son has emptied
your refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,
and called the used appliance store for a pick up—drug money.
There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.
When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine
and climbs halfway down. But there’s also a tiger below.
And two mice—one white, one black—scurry out
and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point
she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.
She looks up, down, at the mice.
Then she eats the strawberry.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth.
klena: (like the blade you stain)
This is a grumpy!kat entry, wherein I am certain I am going to feel sorry for myself.

Before all that though. In case you hadn't heard, Saints won the Super Bowl WHO DAT. Taylor, a mate from animesoc, streamed the whole thing from his laptop to his TV and drank over the course of the night. It ended about 5am here. Uni on Monday was a particularly unpleasant experience from what he tells me. Poor lad. I didn't watch the game but my thoughts were there, especially considering the joy it's caused [ profile] blondiusmaximus

whiny whine mope feeling sorry for self nonsense )

To conclude: gripe, whinge, grumble, sour face.

Although, [ profile] hartclanpaladin, I got your lovely letter yesterday. the teabag has not been employed yet, but it will be. Thank you so much ♥

Anyone else want to get in on the grumbles? Or the hug times. Because I am all about the hugs? Hugs?
klena: (storm in the form of a girl)
New icon post primarily. Lyn-Z is one of my girl-idols.

Strange interim place currently. Dave and I aren't talking or even texting because I'm pissed at him for letting me down after exams finished and he...well, I can only speculate as to why he hasn't been in contact. He's forgotten about me (in the way that things slip his mind regularly), he's focused on work, he hasn't thought about me. Speculation but feels like there's flecks of truth there. And that's hard.

I don't want things to be over with him but I haven't seen him in a week and haven't spoken to him in 6 days. And I know that's not long but when you live in the same city, it's hurtful. So I've raged and been down and cried about him but now I'm just nowhere.

When I'm trying to sleep, I think about us and my heart drops to my stomach but only when I'm alone in bed. When I think about him any other time, there's just a sense of blurry resignment somewhere. That makes it sound like I've accepted defeat with us when I haven't. I just don't know what to do. Hence the lack of communication. I've had talks with people (housemates, uni friends, mum, dad) and the consensus seems to be to let him realise that he misses me and for him to get in contact.

I just worry that I'll be a long time waiting.

In other interim news, my Shakespeare module sort of fucked me over this week by announcing that, whereas in other modules it was acceptable to own non-recommended texts, with Shakespeare texts it is not as acceptable. It will "detrimentally affect" my studies. Because of the sheer volume of criticism and translation difficulties with Shakespeare. Now, if I had the money, I would have no problem buying the recommended Oxford/Arden/Cambridge versions. But I don't, unless I want to spend all of a week's budget on it.

Another point in the interim relates to uni again; one of the modules I was taking this semester was cancelled yesterday. This presents a problem because
1. I had already bought my books for Autobiographics
2. I like the books for Autobiographics
3. My budget is going to be destroyed by having to buy new books (see above paragraph)
4. There are not that many other modules that I wanted to do in the department.
5. This is the first week of Semester 2. It is more than likely I have missed any introductory lectures I was supposed to have.

The interim, ladies and gentlemen. Money, uni and men.

I wish I could say I was heartbroken and curled up on my bed but I'm not. But I'm not doing well emotionally, I guess. I don't feel like I'm feeling very much but that might just be my problems getting to sleep before 3am. Maybe. Or the post-exam cold that spreads around university and has hit Sheaf House at the minute.

Maybe I'm just too sensitive and need to harden the fuck up.
klena: (;_; rorschach)
My final exam was shit.

Just like the module tried to teach us too much without going into detail about anything in particular. Covering Modernism and Post-modernism in one module is too much to expect, even if it is regarding Japanese modernity/post-modernity. We only got a reading list the first week of term, there were never enought copies of the books in the library to read and the union shop didn't stock them. All in all, the module was quite a let-down. The movies we studied weren't interesting, we weren't taught how to "read" film or given any directed focus for our studies. Even the 3000 word essay we had to do, the extent of our instruction was "write on whatever you want". That is all well and good, but I'm sort of looking to pass this module, thanks.

The exam came around today and Hannah, Leah, Hayden and I had been freaking out about it. We were sitting together debating ideas and themes and quotes and not having a clue what to revise. The exam came around. The paper made me want to leave and not do it. To make matters worse, Irena (our tutor) came into the exam and asked if we had any questions about the paper. Like what, how you dicked us over by barely teaching us or why the fuck do you hate us and not want us to pass? Irena is an intelligent woman, she's just not a great teacher. She doesn't communicate her knowledge effectively and, whilst I respect her desire for anarchy/not spoon-feeding us on the module, her reading lists were pathetically lacking and her classes bored me and I resented going to a class where I never actively learnt very much.

So the exam was horrible and I was so angry coming out. So angry. And there's nothing to be done about it.

But I saw Dave and napped at his so everything got a little better because, as he and my mum reminded me, that is my exams over. I am free until the beginning of Lecture week, which is Monday.

Happiness a little undermined by Dave telling me he was kicking me out because he had work to do and said he didn't do work while I was there and he wanted an early night to get up early. And yes, I hold my hands up, I did tell him to tell me when he needed me to leave so he could do things like that but it hurt like a bitch. Because I've worked really hard these past 3 weeks to get to this point, to be free to actually spend some time with him and he was making me leave. It's a childish, selfish point but I earned my Dave-time and being deprived made me want to stamp my feet a litte bit. This whole argument point makes me sound like a brat and like Dave is a toy or commodity but it's not easy to get time together, especially as he's a workaholic and he pushes me to prioritise my university work almost to the point of sacrificing time with him.

I am being narky. It is childish. I am aware of this but I wanted to get it down for posterity.

In order to make myself feel a little better I think I'm going to have a spring clean tomorrow and maybe go to the Oxfam bookshop before the "Return of the King" Sheaf-watching tomorrow night.

In conclusion, I am alone in my own bed and I feel a little shit about exams and myself a little bit right now so....I don't know. Be gentle. Reassure me. Just please be kind.
klena: (Default)
and all you see is where is you could be

dealing with the possibilities that will never happen and wondering why someone so similar to yourself gets chosen above yourself. the inabilty to be anything less than their mother, their support, their iron pillar when you are falling apart and wanting someone to stay with you that night, sleep beside you, hold you (not sexually because you know they don't feel like that for you)) and tell you that you'll be okay.

you struggle with the desire not to turn yourself inside out for them, not because they want you to, but because you wonder is maybe you do then maybe you'll be good enough.

simple words that cut to the core of your cells

there is no addiction strong enough for you - you are fated to pretend. in groups this is easier but when you are in a pair, you can't do it. Pretence fades and truth prevails, and o, how you curse it.
klena: (DRAMA)
Alright folks. DRAMA AHOY

Drama is mostly in the form of money and university administrative bollocks. ---> My student loan is not applied for, and today was the day everyone received their loans. There has been a cock-up there that will take a bit to sort out.
--> My rent is due on the 27th - Saturday and I don't really have the money for it. (but [ profile] baiacu is going to pay for it this month - queue Catholic guilt regarding money lending and scathing attacks on self)
--> I am trying to apply for emergency financial aid at the university but that also takes a lot of paperwork and administrative research and proof of my lack of money and forms and the like and checking whether or not i am elegible
--> there is a registration hold on my account which means I cannot apply for this years student university year, cannot register for my course, cannot get a new student card (that gets me student discount, lets me into the university, is proof of id etc etc)
--> Said registration hold was supposed to be removed by getting a doctors note saying i was eligible to return to study and not, y'know, severely depressed and unable to cope and slightly mad
--> Received letter today saying that i need one from my home doctor not my leeds doctor because i wasn't in leeds. My doctor in northern ireland.
--> i have modules that i have changed due to not being eligable for them but they can't be changed with the lock of my account
--> I do not really have the money for said-course books and classes (and seminars) start on Monday
--> the timetime does not have all the modules i am registering/registered for so i'm not sure when i'm supposed to be at lectures

tl;dr: /o\

Hence my awesome GeeWay-DRAMA!-icon.

In better news!

--> ZOMBIE PROM ON SATURDAY. Going to try to dress like a recently-autopsied!zombie. Which would be immense. It is also being held at the place I am (hopefully) going to be working at this year.

--> Going out with my two Emma's last night in Gothic-ish dress and being called "Dita" (as in Dita Von Tease) - slightly awesome

--> Give-It-A-Go society sessions next week. Circus Soc, Art Soc, Anime Soc, Fencing, Kickboxing, Archery, Sci-Fi, Gothic, Skydiving. Good times, great days.

--> getting back in lectures and stuff.

--> DARK ART OCTOBER. And I've noticed the majority of you haven't signed up for it! FAIL. Sign up now. You know you want to. >(
klena: (summer of like)
Let's make our way through the list i need to update on, shall we?


Those not in the know! For the past few years, I have sort of half-heartedly been taking part in [ profile] kacfrog711's epicly awesome idea of Dark!Art October. What the principle is, is that for every day of October a piece of dark/twisted/morbid/hallwe'en-eque themed art is produced, occasionally prompted by friends.

This year I am adding a part of a twist to the idea. There are something like 87 of you on my mutual friends list, which means more than enough of you for at least one prompt a day. This year, due to my tendency to spend LIFETIMES on artwork, I'm also including fics in Dark!Art.

You know my fandoms! Request a day, a fandom, character and a prompt for the piece. All underneath the cut!

Even if you've never prompted, i want you to get on this! This is my srsbznz face >(

i am the wind blowing through your hair )

2. I have signed up for NaNoWriMo this year with the beautiful [ profile] rogue_dreams and we are planning to get each other very drunk to get through it support and encourage each other over the course of the month. We are also going to get t-shirts printed. There may be talking bottles of rum on there.

3. University is still not sort.
University funding is still not sorted.
I have registered for module though and applied for a job. More details about this massive cock-up to potentially come tomorrow.

4. Even though you adore someone, sometimes you just want to lock yourself in the attic, am i right?

5. once you stumble, Septimus wrote on the back of a postcard, human nature is on you.

I leant over the edge of the boat and fell down, he thought. I went under the sea. I have bee dead, and yet am not alive, but let me rest still, he begged


7. i really need to go to bed now

8. fucking cutist icon ever why do i not use it more?
klena: (her colour bleached by blood)
Okay so. Story of my life.

My life is hectic right now. As in Surviving On Caffeine, Swinging Between Mania and Passing Out, Headless Chicken, Being Cased By A Serial Killer Looking To Make A Suit Out Of My Skin Hectic.

Last week was summer scheme, work, cleaning, sorting out loans, emailing about houses, phoning about houses, not sleeping much, Dublin with June and Jules from Thursday to Friday. Train breaks down on Friday afternoon - Libby's boyfriend breaks up with her and we are stuck in the middle of the countryside. Finally get to a stop at 7pm, mum picks us up at 8, we get to Libby at 9, stay with her until 2. Work work work.

Let's breakdown my schedule at the minute, from yesterday.

Tuesday Summer scheme from 10am until 4. Got home, helped mum apply for student loan for me, slept for an hour, out with Girls for final Tuesday Night Congregation. See Batman again, terrorise Tesco, take photos, leave my house at 3:40am
Wednesday Up at 9am for summer scheme. 10-3. Into work from 4-close (midnight or so)
Thursday Summer scheme until 3, work from 4 to close
Friday Summer scheme until 3, work from 4 to close
Saturday Taken someone's 12-8 shift
Sunday Swapped next week's shift, 4-close
Monday On the open, 7-4
Tuesday Off but meeting Jules And Libby
Wednesday On an 11-7
Thursday Hopefully fly back to Leeds

....Plus I have to pack, sort out flights, a place to stay when I'm there and sort out my debt.

Fuck. fuck!

So I am sort of on hiatus at the minute, as I am shit. :(

Happy belated birthday to [ profile] sekkritbandomlj and I'm sorry I haven't produced anything for you yet!

Happy early birthhdays to [ profile] whitehaiku, my beloved big brother and [ profile] waxrose, my beautiful Canadian wife in case I am crap and do not get online during those days.

So. um. Will try to keep you all updated? Sorry for being crap at the minute. :(
klena: (dead as dead can be the doctor tells me)
still ill. was at doctor and he's given me two weeks off work. isn't stopping me from going in tonight though. i promised. hate getting blood taken - almost pass out or be sick everytime. fail.

two weeks off people! prompt me to keep me sane :(

kitten is apparently fascinated by the appearance of words in the blog entry. stop trying to bat the words away, i can't see what i'm typing.

photos of kitten and madness to come later tonight(?) tomorrow (?)

henceforth this icon shall be known as my ill-icon. because Lisa is hot, even when dying. and y'know the blood and stuff. make the links, etc.
klena: (pillow talk)
i am lost and confused. the nausea is fading a little but i am still sore and tired and have a bit of a temperature so do i go into work tomorrow? it's at 7am and i've sort of been avoiding food so maybe surrounding myself with mcdonalds is not the best idea ever?

also i really want to clean the house because then i won't have to freak out and rush-clean it on tuesday when mum and dad come home from holiday. and there's tons to be done in the house and i'm not really hurting for money right now - i should be getting an extra £80 on next week's paycheck because they cocked up the last one.

also if you've a stomach bug you're not supposed to work around food but i don't like leaving them sort. fuck.


in other news, kitten is adorable still, my girls are awesome, i am drinking too much tea for my own good and Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang is an awesome movie.

klena: (try to stay upright)
it's like a circus. every day the ring leader changes (or, sometimes, there is more than one ring leader which means the players do not know what to do or who to follow. Some follow their own path, weaving and acting and tumbling on their own paths) - every day the audience is different. Some don't want to be there but the majority do. Some look down on the clowns, the performers, the costumes. must be too stupid to do anything but work in this circus but we're not. Underneath our costumes and face-paint we are people and we are smart and we make each other laugh and we survive every day. Doesn't that deserve a round of applause? Hand over your coins and we'll give you a show; welcome ladies and gentlemen to the comedy of our lives, but stay for the tragedy. It's worth every second of it. Sometimes we may stumble over our acts and somedays the clowns, the marionettes, the animals might change roles. We are clowns one day with plastered grins on our faces, the next day we are the ringleader, directing and holding the fragic fabric of the marquis together with our solidity. Maybe tomorrow we will be the acrobats and soar about the audience and make them beam and gasp with joy? Or maybe we will be the animals, doing tricks and scaring the watchers, making them twist into each other's sides and laughing with relief, clapping appreciatively. Give the kids a show - twist your face into the mockery of a smile they've come to see - dance the steps like it's all you're meant to do.

come see our show and when you leave, remember to thank god you aren't one of us.
klena: (up in flames)
Fuck you McDonalds. Fuck you and fuck your disease ridden whore wife and fuck fucking fuck you fucking me over - fucking the store over. How the fuck did you think we were going to cope today? You gave three well trained midshifters the day off, left us with a new start instead and want us to work well and manage to keep the store going? And then you send two of the closers up to another store, so the close people are ALSO fucked over? Everyone had to work the jobs of 3 people because YOU WANTED TO KEEP LABOUR DOWN?

Fuck you. FUCK you.

Yuo're like that slut of an ex-girlfriend you keep coming back to even when she treats you bad because you think that maybe just maybe she'll learn to keep her legs closed this time but she doesn't and she FUCKS you over again and nothing changes. This is not a healthy relationship >(

I am so Zombie!ficcing tonight. Fuck you!
klena: (damn fucking right)
Sometimes working for McDonalds is like being raped with a rusty pipe covered in Ebola.

End of my 6 day straight! Joy considering I've only been back at work for 8 days.



In other news I am not usual this angry, I swear. Ask anybody.

TWO DAYS OFF START TONIGHT. REQUEST FIC OR ART - OPEN TO EVERYBODY. PLEASE the thought of coming home to requests will prevent my homocidal urges in work for at least a good three hours.

Haiku2 for klena
marks in a pattern
pinned to a thing be it
heart or hospitals
Created by Grahame
klena: (Default)
So, I have this BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS CANADIAN BEAUTY that calls me her wife and she beta'd for me and I love her!

The City Lights, They Shine But Not Half As Brightly As You

Arashi, Ohmiya
951 words
For [ profile] crazychickencow, who flailed at me one night AGES AGO and told - ORDERED me to write her fic and I said 'ok' and only got around to it late on Saturday night after work and hours in the dark reading bandom fic. So slightly unusual piece! But written with ALL THE LOVE EVER! Much, much love to the fabulous [ profile] waxrose for the speedy beta and awesome comments. Love you wifey! ♥

the )

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1. [ profile] mcee I am blaming you (and [ profile] stereomer) for the fact that after you and [ profile] stereomer talking about Asshole!Frank because I started daydreaming in work about it, y'know in an attempt to stop me GOING POSTAL AND KILLING CUSTOMERS last night because they WOULD NOT STOP COMING - GO EAT A SALAD, YOU BASTARDS, which progressed from asshole!frank musing in my head into plotting a McDonalds/Fast Food Restaurant AU with bandom. I BLAME YOU. BECAUSE IT WON'T LEAVE MY HEAD /o\

2. The clothes started arriving! \o/ Expect ryro-styled camwhoring once I return from work of my new FUCKING AWESOME t-shirt and Panic!Hoodie

3. I have been in work since Friday. Friday and Saturday I had different shifts. From Sunday until tomorrow night I have been on closes. ARGH. 4 closes in a row is NOT GOOD TIMES D:

4. Once I get out of my close tomorrow night I am crawling into bed with my sketchbook, my laptop and I am going to sit and draw and read Big Bang fic and drink tea and it is going to be FUCKING AWESOME.

klena: (do not ask)
Cobra Starship at playing in Leeds next Friday (possibly saturday?) at Cockpit. And I am not there. Fuck D:

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X the movie really is just the epitome of "rocks fall, everybody dies" joke, right? I watched it before I went back to work on Tuesday and it was a little strange! Good going X. Way to kill everybody.

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I have been reaccepted to Leeds and managed to change my course successfully! Score one for me! \o/

I didn't realise just how nervous i was until i had to get Matt to open the letter in work this morning.

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People! Charlotte Sometimes - worth listening to? Y/N?

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I am working closes for the next 4 nights. 4 nights of fucked up schedules. NOT SO MUCH MADE OF WIN WORK

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[ profile] waxrose - i might need you to beta for me? Feel up for it?

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I am about to waste the wages i am about to earn over the course of the next few days on new clothing and bandom related things online and i don't care. Good times great days.

[edit] mum and I just have. good times great days. even though i think i've just bought a Panic At The Disco t-shirt I'm not going to fit into. D:
klena: (sorrow drips into your heart)
Mal is awesome and painfully right.

Why don't it ever go smooth?

/end cryptic.

Oh, any questions about my last post? Actually.

Ask me any question you want me to answer and I will.
klena: (fuck off)
Right. Explain to me something.....How the fuck can someone's till be UP EIGHTEEN POUNDS without the person noticing? What the fuck - seriously. I can be fired for shit like that. I believe 'DDD:' sums it up pretty well.

350th post. Hurrah. 50th art piece coming soon.

Work blows. Massive, MASSIVE goats.


If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me do? All comments will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.


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