I hate reading about the lives of other people, because it makes me feel like I'm not doing enough with my own.
*shouts in frustration*
Also, it's not even 1:00 AM yet and I'm sleepy, which is lame because I was looking forward to writing something, anything, rather good tonight.
But, my body says it's bedtime and my inspiration is shot.
I just had chicken wings and Taco Bell.
My Mountain Dew isn't doing the trick, surprisingly.
And I'm just plain tired.
Until we meet again.
P.S. PEOPLE NEED TO STOP REQUESTING ME TO JOIN THEM ON FARMVILLE!