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I’m Twenty-Seven!

Lying in bed, writhing in pain because I couldn’t say no to a tin of Peak Milk.   


Notes on a Quarter Century

If my seventeen year old self could see me now, she’d be very surprised. This isn’t how I imagined being twenty-five would be at all. I really believed that by twenty-five I would be a full-fledged adult with my life thoroughly together, probably even married, and with a baby on the way.

Somehow that hasn’t happened yet, and in a few hours, I will be six years into my twenties without a fucking clue what I am doing or where I am going with my life.


I’m 25

Still not entirely sure why I’m here, or if I still want to be. But what do we say to the God of Death?..



Thank You!!

Thank you so much everyone for the birthday wishes!!!! I had a really nice birthday!!! No cake, but I went to see a movie..


I’m TWENTY-TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m sick at home with a fever and this has been the shittiest week of my life. Sha Sha Nottin Spoil UPDATE: Thank you..

Random Photos Part 4

Say Cheese!! Sandra..ever camera ready Waiting for the munchies Ha!! Her drawing was close… but not enough to beat me =D Aww, I got..