"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions." - Augusten Burroughs
the basics: i'm hopelessly average and nothing special. i'm angry. i'm bitter. i am cynical. (positive shmositive! it's overrated.) i'm way too intense and complain too much. i'm picky. i'm critical. i'm sarcastic. i'm mean. i say things when i should keep my mouth shut. i live alone...well, with my two cats. i'm also really bad at staying in touch with my friends. i exhibit most of the not-so-flattering qualities that a human could possibly have. i know this for a fact. understandably so, a lot of people ignore me. blatantly.
unrelated side note:
if someone asks me if the tattoo on my chest is of my daughter one more time...i'm just, no warning, going to punch them in the face. the world fears the day that i may, somehow, reproduce.
...and yes, this shit hurt. a lot. fucking obviously.
AIM - i sooo hate you
