Self-improvement is masturbation.

[hackthis_archive]

Note to self #1: Working out while PMTing defeats the purpose as you will continue to feel bloated and nasty on top of being sore.

Note to self #2: If you are feeling cranky, do not interact with people you like as you will be stroppy with them when they don’t deserve it. However, do not attach importance to people who are not significant to your peace of mind.

Note to self #3: Jealousy is tiring and pointless. Watch Fight Club when having a bad day.

Comments

[0100111.livejournal.com]

Watch Fight Club when having a bad day.

Word. Screw Stepmom, Fight Club is *the* feel-good movie.

[jb_slasher]

Fight Club rules.

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

You are not your fucking khakis.

[resmin.livejournal.com]

Or Starship Troopers... pretty naked boys and girls and lots of firepower. Bug go Boom!

[serialkarma.livejournal.com]

Self-improvement is masturbation.

If that's the case, why is one fun, and the other not so much?

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Self-improvement is masturbation.

If that's the case, why is one fun, and the other not so much?

*eyes cautiously*

what exactly are you doing that masturbation is 'not so much' fun?

[serialkarma.livejournal.com]

Dude. Where in that comment does it say that masturbation is what's not so much fun?

[impudent-rabbit.livejournal.com]

*feels you*

*is sad/depressed and angry/violent at the same time*
So v v confusing.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

i feel you, dog.

[fearlessdiva.livejournal.com]

be of good cheer, though, because I just read your SV historical fic and it was fabulous. I laughed a long time. You are much too brilliant to feel icky. I know what you need - margaritas! And a big sombrero. No one can feel out of sorts drinking margaritas in a sombrero. I should come with you. We'll wear sombreros, cleverly designed to keep all the fucking light out of my eyes, and drink margaritas and talk about porn. It'll be fun.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

be of good cheer, though, because I just read your SV historical fic and it was fabulous. I laughed a long time. You are much too brilliant to feel icky. I know what you need - margaritas! And a big sombrero. No one can feel out of sorts drinking margaritas in a sombrero. I should come with you. We'll wear sombreros, cleverly designed to keep all the fucking light out of my eyes, and drink margaritas and talk about porn. It'll be fun.

You were right, all I needed was booze. Booze made everything most enjoyable. *g*

[mikhale.livejournal.com]

Oy. Setting houses on fire and gleefully watching them burn sometimes relieves my depression.

But then again, at the cost of getting thrown in jail, I don't think that's a valid solution.

Try creating posters which are written by Draco which says "I-hate-Chang-because-she-stole-my-Valentine's-Day-date-with-MY-Potter. PS. Stupid-girly-git."

Or maybe, Wanted: Dead or alive: Cho Chang. Reward: I will not bully you for a whole week. -D. Malfoy.