this ain't a fairytale

the weeks are long but the days pass rather quickly.

wednesday night i was so so excited to come home and relax. watch the latest episode of the real world.

instead, while i was cooking dinner, i slit open my finger and it was bleeding bleeding bleeding... ugh i was a mess. holly was wonderful. i had to go to the hospital and they glued it back together. it is difficult to do things with only 8 fingers and i am glad that normally i have 10. and feel bad for those who don't.

i slit open my ring-finger. i keep saying that it is symbolic of my self-destructive lifestyle (mostly regarding boys and the fact that i fall madly in love with those who don't date girls).

i've been in too good of a mood lately. it is all very weird.

i'm insanely glad it's the weekend. i'm supposed to go over to beth's in an hour, but i'm in my pajamas... i'll go anyway, though, i think. i know i'll have fun once i am there. drinking kir.

i would be such an emotional wreck if not for the boys. hahahahaha. i kinda am anyway...