Hot. Damn.

No Limits

... I never knew that role-play kinks pushed my buttons quite so hard, but oh. my. guh.

The Fast and the Furious.

Oh god, I need a cigarette.

That is the only thing that could make this fic better.

Repo Men

Its Fast/Furious, its Fastlane, and it is FABULOUS. \o/

::gnaws on door::

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I am just frustrated at the moment, and I don't really know why. Its not just one thing.

NO, I am not gonna hide this behind a cut, this is MY journal, y'all can just DEAL WITH IT.

It is NOT a lack activity. I've been riding my bike fucking everywhere, and sweating my ass off. Its about as fun as it sounds.

I'm just... URGH.


This is what drove me crazy in France. I was doing nothing worthwhile with my time. I was just working towards some distant, useless-as-fuck goal that DID ME NO GOOD IN THE LONG RUN. I do not believe I am a better person for having gone to France. I am not more diverse, nor any more inclined to like people. God help me, I am hard pressed to summoning up a memeory of that year that is of an activity that I actually enjoyed, rather than endured.

What is to come of this college thing? A higher tax bracket? I'm still not convinced that you need money to be successful, or fukcing happy. A network of connections and lasting friendships, perhaps even a marriage?

FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

Jesus, I just cannot figure out the point. I know all about what I should do. Ask me if I care about that? I'm supposed to be laying down groundwork for a future that contains a fufilling career, the expected lifestyle of sitting on your ass.

I want to do something ELSE, God, ANYTHING. Other than live forever in a cubical.


You know what sounds the best to me, right now? Being a plumber. You know your trade, its one that no one's gonna oust you from because you don't suck up enough, you don't fucking dress to impress, you work long hours, and then. you. die.

If I let myself think about the extremely fucking nigh future, I realize that to be what I should be, I can't dream or expand or even fucking dare to be different. I have to settle for what I can get and smile.

Well FUCK that. I'm tired of kicking my heels, doing whats required. I want to change to the craziest fucking major known to man and LIKE IT. I don't want to spend all my time doing extracurricular activities that I care nothing about because 'its a good way to meet people'.
Screw advice. I've never been better off for ANY of it.


I'm gonna go take a pill and sleep. Luckily for me, any extreme emotion I ever experiance passes quickly.

Fuck you, too, freshman year.