I think I'd still have to go with "Cry, The Beloved Country" as my all time personal favorite novel, with Pravana's Journey coming in at a very close second, and Blood Meridian is...somewhere there...
*deep inhale* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'Leary is dead and O'Reilly don't know it! O'Reilly is dead and O'Leary don't know it! They both are dead in the very same bed, and neither one knows that the other one's dead! BA-ROOM *knock knock* BA-ROOM *knock knock* O'Leary is dead and O'Reilly don't know it! O'Reilly is dead and O'Leary don't know it! They both are dead in the very same bed, and neither one knows that the other one's dead! BA-ROOM, BA-ROOM *maniacal laughter of sheer mad joy*
I am way too sensitive as a person. I am also really lazy, and I have self-loathing issues. I let people bother me more than I should, and I sometimes wish I could just go crazy on somebody. Today I didn't feel like answering any of my messages after one particularly...perturbing text...just to see who would care about me not picking up. Worried my aunt and cousin by doing that.
Oh, and I went and got food today with the card that I promised my mother I'd only be using for emergencies after I completely depleted it of all its funds on food.
...What...the hell...??? Uhhh...did she just straight up hit on another guy? Am I looking at this the wrong way? Good geeze, I don't know what to do, and now I'm afraid.
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