Oh Dear Christ

Blek. I feel like crap, my tummy hurts and I can't see straight.

Didn't sleep well last night (again). And these research papers are going to gang up and kill me any minute now.

An Essay on Being Gay in America

An Essay on Being Gay in America
or Living in Hostile Territory
by B.J.Hendrix

( Cut for legnth - pimp and rec as you desire. )

(no subject)

Oh dear god, make it stop *stabstabstabstabstab*

Research + Papers = 13th level of hell. That's right, I added a few because 7 just didn't seem enough. So, anyone got any redbull they can cyber-shoot me up with? Cuz I? Will be up for the next 36 hours straight. At a bare minimum. Possibly even the next 48 hours. *cries*

And also - I feel like crap. I want to go to the gym, but my body says "I will keel you mother focker if you go to thee geem." *grumble grumble*

Meep!

Don't ever mention to me the worlds "Child" and "Psychology" in the same sentence again unless it contains the following sentence format: "Children do not need psychology because they are stupid. (insert your own word here as your heart desires. This will be my word.)" Please keep in mind this is only an example. Perhaps your sentence could say "I do not believe children need psychology because they are 'special'."

There now, wasn't that fun?

Tra la la la la

*dances the merry dance of paper death!*

Uh, one down, two to go. Bleck. Hey! It's only 10:40! I may be able to sleep @ around 6am! WHOOT!