Is it just me, or does bobbing for apples seem terrifying and slightly gross? I fail to see how this game caught on.

Phase 1 is complete. Progress to phase 2, possibly. Dear God, keep me as consistant as I was yesterday.

Sometimes I want to punch myself in the face. Myself and I are going to go 10 rounds one day and I’m kinda curious to see who will win and how.

My back is absolutely killing me. Maybe I need a new matress. I give up on the idea of a whole night’s dreaming. Stupid false hope, that is. I used to sleep on the floor, on occasion, until I heard some urban legend in the 9th grade about spiders and roaches crawling into a person’s mouth while they sleep. I know logically that the entire concept is highly improbable, but the idea makes my skin crawl.

Tomorrow is November. Woo.

A while ago I bought a large amount of red felt because it’s on sale and I did have need for a bit of it. I’ve been cutting out hearts since then and leaving them in various places for people to find and giving them to others. I honestly have no idea why, other than the concept of me one day buying a book or pair of jeans and finding a felt heart between the pages or in the back pocket makes me sort of happy, in an emo sort of way. How ironic of a statement is that? Hah.

Email me if you want one.