phone call

What have you been up to, he says.
Not much, I say.
Bleeding, I say.
Why, he asks, as if I'm going to launch into some detailed scientific explanation as to why I've been bleeding for two and a half months; when all I really want is to have someone to listen while I explain that I'm constantly dizzy and tired and smelly and scared, that I'm afraid to go to the doctor because of the needles and I don't know how I'm going to pay because I can't afford my health insurance anymore..
But we don't go into that.

Checkin' my stats..

What the heck is a "cyber smoock?"

current words: Quidditch Through the Ages, JK Rowling

(no subject)

Coffee coffee coffee!

I got my tuskaninny four tuskaninny-specific battledome items and let her beat a bit more than a hundred points out of the punchbag.. she's so cool. :> I can't wait until I can have a stuffed one to cuddle..

I love my new books.

Don't speak to me just yet.

He dumped me. Again. During a collect phone call. Again. Kept telling me I wasn't making it easy on him. Hey, Bill: FUCK. YOU.

And I know what some of you will say and I don't want to fucking hear it.