I'm in the most horrid mood ever.

Tired, grumpy, dreading my Sunday.

Skye sure instilled horror images in my mind. I don't know. We'll see how it goes but from the sound of it, it's gonna be a looooong day.

I want to drink milk & eat my Reese's Peanut Butter Cups but I've brushed my teeth already & I'm too lazy to brush again.

I heard rumbling rumbling thunder. Yay. Greatness. Why don't you just bloody rain on my parade? Huh? Why don't you?

Phoot.

Fuck everything.

I'll just go back to bemoaning about the terrible injustice of life.

Isn't it easier to blame something other than myself?