Under the mood thing, and the things that say "listening to", "reading", "drinking", etc. there should really be a "smoking" section.

Noooot that I smoke things....at all...ever.

Asthmatics shouldn't smoke things.

I recently learned that I have asthma. For people who know me, this announcement will probably be followed by a "WELL DUH, TAYLOR," but let me remind you that my dumb ass doctor said I had "vocal chord dysfunction". The emergency room people said that I probably have that too, but that's secondary to the SEVERE ASTHMA. I now have an inhaler...which is probably the only thing that could have made me look more like a sad, friend-less dork than I already do.

Yeah, guys want me.

I have discovered that I am not, as previously believed, impervious to the effects of alcohol after a certain point. I can, in fact, drink too much. The last two weekends I have had a weeeee bit too much to drink and have either 1.)blacked out and ran around the house in bra and underwear on a dare, or 2.)have managed to not black out and instead smack my friend in the face. This is embarrassing and needs to stop. I am saying this because writing it will help me to remember that it NEEDS TO STOP. Also, I invite you to look upon this as an invitation to drink with me. I am quite fun if you stop me at a certain point. Also, if you need a boost to your self esteem, I'll let you kick my ass at beer pong.

I have finally, after much waiting and some mild thought, come up with an actual story for Bones and Cogsworth. Yes, I know, you thought they had no point other than to mildly entertain the masses. Well, last week you may have been right, but now, infidel, you are WRONG. I will henceforth be treating all previous (and a few future) short stories about them as character introductions. I am currently working on one for Love...that story should be up here shortly. Hell, maybe I'll get it up there tonight.

Oh, what a grand thing it is to dream.