I need Charlie to math for me

[angelgazing]

Hi. I have returned. Maybe. Anyway. OMG HOME. ::clings to bed::

I look like I've been in a fight. With a very angry kitten. I have scratches and bruises and bug bites all over me. And I'm fairly certain that I'm going to have a black eye tomorrow. It's gonna be fun, I'm sure.

Also, I'm currently attempting the math of moving out on my own considering getting another job and attempting to talk someone (or two someones) into a) getting a job, at least 40 hours a week and b) getting it down here where they would have a roommate and hella cheap rent (really, it'd be about $400 a month total, $200 split in half). At the same time I'm attempting to remember if anyone actually says hella anymore, figuring that's a no, and pondering how big of a geek that makes me.

::clears throat::

I have shit to write but I am so fucking tired I could die. ::dies::

And, er, I'm behind on answering comments and e-mails. I'm sorry.

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[sleepismyfriend.livejournal.com]

::giggles silently and dances as she spins in a circle of her own lurkdom::

::raises eyebrow:: And who pray tell, are you going to try to convince to move?

::runs away::

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Bitch why are you not on AIM? ::snaps whip::

And, you know, I've pretty much given up on you. You're all "oh, why would I do that I hate you you suck your state sucks." :p (There are three rooms. You could have your own room and we could have DSL and you wouldn't have to deal with your psycho family and my mother would be thrilled. Come ooon you know you wanna)