Oh what a night

At some point tonight my killer heels morphed into torture devices, and now my feet won't stop whining. (<-That's personification, Mr. Bestor.)

Tonight, despite all the stupid bullshit at first, was wunderbar. My beautiful friends looked... beautiful, and I'm now even further convinced that everything happens for a reason. I needed to get tangled up in trouble, and I needed to be yanked around and fucked over, and I needed to be hurt, and I needed to have a nervous breakdown in a parking lot. It needed to happen, because now I know. Not that I didn't know before, but now I know. (Eva was right... who'da thunk?) Shit happens. And then more shit happens after that. And more shit's going to keep happening, and it's never going to stop, and you know what? It's okay.

So now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.

Tonight was good.

Bye.

Do not purchase if safety band is broken or missing.

Tomorrow's my last day of work before vacation. Woot.

Pirouettes aren't really cookies.

My splinter is gone, but now I've got this big infected wound. It was all right for a while, but now it's all... throbby. And I know it's going to get worse; but no matter what Matt says, I'd rather be angry than sad. It's not always fun being Stupid Girl.

I yawned just now, and my ears popped.
Freeman threw up on the floor in front of the TV.
Tomorrow is Gingerbread House Day.