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i hate livejournal, because i've been writing there only because someone i know has one and reads mine...yes, a solitary soul who is not like an OMGBFF but is consistent, nonetheless...and i've been writing like a livejournaller, which is a terrible habit to have. it atrophies my skills. i can't even write a sentence with "atrophies" that is not longer than 4 words, if you don't count this one.

who else wants that special power where you can touch fingers and make time stop, then you could run around and fix everything that you suddenly realize is totally crappy or making you obsess or just isn't clean enough, and then start again? even if my life continued to suck, i would still go for it.

like those people who win the lottery and their life still sucks afterwards. i'll take it.

at least i handed in my census and i won't be jailed for that anymore.