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16th-May-2008 05:34 am - SERIOUSLY, WTF
spn: dean flips the bird
SDLFKJLSGDFLHGFDKJHJSD I AM SO SICK OF HAVING TO AVOID MY F-LIST TO PREVENT GETTING SPOILED.

STOP IT WITH THE SPOILERY ICONS AND THE PUTTING REACTIONS OUTSIDE OF LJ-CUTS, F-LIST. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE AN LJ-CUT, LEARN.

I JUST SPENT A LOT OF TIME WAITING FOR THE FINALE AND GETTING ALMOST SPOILED AND I AM NOTNOTNOT HAPPY. AT ALL. NO, THAT IS NOT A SPOILER, I'M UNHAPPY WITH THE SPOILERS.

I AM SO FUCKING TEMPTED TO CUT EVERYONE WITH THE BAD SPOILERS AND FILTER THE ONES THAT AREN'T QUITE AS BAD. IF I CUT YOU FROM MY F-LIST, THAT IS WHY.

JUST LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS AND BE COURTEOUS ENOUGH NOT TO RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE. *STABS THINGS*


on a side note, i have downloaded the finale and am watching it for the second time tonight. if you want to talk to me about it i am on AIM/Y!M/MSN NVM, forget it, I'm exhausted and pissy and you probably want to talk to me about as much as I want to stay awake.

Just in case... THERE MAY BE SPOILERS FOR 3x16 IN THE COMMENTS. That's how you do it, bitches.
13th-May-2008 10:25 am - if you were me then you'd be screaming 'someone shoot me'
fight club: light my cigarette
Eurrgh.

I got home from Cara's house a little before midnight last night, only to discover that I didn't have the form my doctor gave me for my blood work. Of course, my mom woke me up at 7 am anyway and took me down to the place -- which was pointless, because we didn't get my blood work done, and basically just wasted a half hour getting mad at each other. I could have been SLEEPING! >.>

I don't know how to tell her that her incessant worrying about me isn't helping, not in a way she'll understand. She irritates me when I'm feeling down by getting on my case about it, and she annoys me even MORE when I'm doing well, because she gets so bloody excited by every little bit of exercise I get. This morning she ranted at me about how I don't care about my health, how sitting around on the computer is only making me worse, and wouldn't drive me home until I explained to her WHY.

But of course I've got too much pride for that. So I walked instead, and nearly puked when I got light-headed because I had been fasting for the blood work I didn't even get done. When I got home, I was so out of it that I microwaved quiche IN ITS PACKAGING and nearly blew up my breakfast. Then I binged on watermelon because my hands wouldn't stop shaking and, well, I figured she'd be less unhappy if I ate fruit.

It was either that or take a leaf from Dean's book. Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help-yoga crap. It's not helping!

I'm sick of doing this the slow, healthy way. I don't even fucking care whether getting my self-confidence and happiness back hurts my health, except that I don't want to waste away or die painfully.

Today is not a good day.
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