When nothing is sure, anything is possible

I put bread on it three times. Apparently, I’m very concerned about it. Like, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON’T FORGET THE BREAD. 

I feel like there’s probably a Hunger Games joke to be made here.

(But if there is, it won’t be made by me. I only just put the books on my Kindle this morning. So if you’re reading this, I beg of you not to make the joke yet either because I ALREADY KNOW TOO MUCH!)

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a normal sleep schedule.

I removed the hyphen from my blog name, since you apparently can’t track tags with hyphens in them. And I was tagged in things twice tonight and had no idea.

takenoverbyrocknroll:

luckie-dee reblogged your post: …I love how I make a post to say hi to people I…

figured I’ve rambled embarrassingly at you enough for this week.

no you have not! btw did you get my reply? ://

I got one reply. Was there another one? Because after that, I rambled at you for a while, like the Verbose McWordypants that I am, and then I figured I probably ran you off when you realized that my motto is, “Why say it in 10 words when there are SO MANY MORE?”

takenoverbyrocknroll:

…I love how I make a post to say hi to people I don’t know but the only people who reply are people I already know. :E

I would have, but I figured I’ve rambled embarrassingly at you enough for this week.

It really is a shame that this weekend is only 55 hours or so long, because I really need to find time to do the following:

• Clean my entire apartment, top to bottom
• Read The Hunger Games series
• Write at least 3-4 chapters of fic
• Go in to work for a few hours
• Go grocery shopping
• Work on the portrait I’m painting
• Sleep for 8+ hours a night

Not to mention that I’m running in my first event of the year. Somehow, I don’t think I’m going to fit it all in.

Forever paranoid that I annoy every person I talk to.

Sigh. I love when my last training run before an event is really miserable and difficult. It gives me lots of really happy, positive feelings about the event itself. Fingers crossed for bad dress, good show. 

icedwhitemocha:

breakthistrap:

g p o motherfuckin y

Just got home from work, and this is basically me as I scroll back through my dash.