It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love
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Friday, April 22, 2011, 4/22/2011 09:52:00 PM

Well since no one ever comes back here, I guess I can safely return and freely write without the judgement of half the world against me.

I feel pretty gross right now, it being 10pm and I've not yet bathed and today was a humid day. But that being said, I've cooked pasta for dinner and there's a cheesecake baking in the oven right now, to be eaten tomorrow. Quite an accomplishment I'd say, with me having washed all the dirty dishes and the sink is clean so I don't have to bother myself anymore. All that's left to do is to wait for my sister to clear her ass out of the toilet so I can have a nice, long shower and do a mask after that. These stressful weeks have left my face completely broken out in gross stuff and I can barely look at myself in the mirror without cringing. Dear me.

So, that has been my day. Pretty normal, I presume.

My friends have decided that I have a tendency to date assholes. It just takes my everything to pull a nonchalant face and say, "yeah, I'm an asshole-magnet."

My name is gen, swimming's my second nature,
and that's all you needa know.