berserk-weaver

Okay so this journal is mostly pointless, but it is just so I can tell everyone that is reading this that I'm  in a great mood. So my little sister's birthday was yesterday, actually it was Friday but whatever, and I ate lots of good food and then watched Tangled. Now must of you must be thinking that I've completely flipped for watching a movie like that. I mean it is a super girlie and supper cutesy movie. The entire thing is so outside my normal that I must be out of my mind for loving it. That's right I said that I loved it. The movie was entertaining and filled that small part of my heart that is reserved for cuddly puppies with so muc

I feel the crazies coming on everyone I know ignore me for the next week and a half if you know what is good for you. That is all

So I discovered that while under the influence of vicodin I lose my ability to hold back most emotions. Luckily the only emotions that escapes my steadfast impenetrable wall of stoicism is sadness, pity, and empathy. Which actually brings me  to my next point of crying while watching a movie...yes I actually cried, and no it wasn't just tears on pain. For all of the people that know me, know that this is a big deal. I never cry and the fact that my defenses are this far down bothers me. In fact the only reason you guys are even reading this is because I'm still high as a fucking kit right now, and I thought it might interest some people. I