It seems to me I don't post enough happy things on this journal. It's always depressed and disillusioned ranting. And, honestly, no one cares about all that--it's a real downer. So I'mma post something happier. Here I go.

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...uh... Well... Oh! I know--my birthday was about a week back. That's good times. I'm 18 now, which means I can play the lotto and submit to contracts. On the down side, I can no longer assult people and get off with just a slap on the wrist.

Unless I cry and wear a low cut shirt. I mean, I'm still a girl, so...

...we had cake on my birthday from a local bakery. It was orgasmic. But way too rich. I had to go to play practice afterwards and I was severely feeling like I was about to vomit chocolate-and-raspberry every where and all about.

I've got a sore throat now. It kinda sucks. My lungs are filled with phlegm. Also sucks. Makes it hard to swallow. But, on the plus side, tomorrow I might be getting a sewing machine. This is great news, because I severely love sewing costumes and severely hate doing it by hand.

...have I described the Harley Quinn fiasco on here, what happened on Halloween? I don't think I have, so it went a little something like this: I sewed a suit entirely by hand. It was satin. My ass got bigger in the months it took me. I spent Halloween with my ass hanging out of said suit.

I'm just glad the crotch didn't rip out.