Gonads and strife.

Stuff happened yesterday. The only bit of it which currently concerns me,
is that I backed my stupid self up into the protruding bit of the seatbelt on boyperson's car.

Apparently it did bruise, I don't know yet if it shows,
I haven't looked yet.
But it actually woke me when I rolled over onto that side.
Left side, right above lower back, owfuckerisisanidiot.

Brain is awake far before body wanted to be,
got tired of trying to go back to sleep and came out here.
But may yet attempt again, I am still tired.

Maybe if I find a book and have some milk.

Did I mention ow? (ow)

I will not turn into my mother, I will not turn into my mother.

You know you're old when you find yourself wanting to tell someone;
"It's not that bad, you're young so it just seems that way, when you're older you'll realise this."

Even if true, how much does that suck when one is told that?
I hated it.

*stabbity*

What the fuck?

Sorry if you have wtf_omgz on your friends list and this is a double link for you,
IM IN UR FOODZ, MAKING UR GUESTS MAD.

Cooking with breast milk.
What.

EDIT: I'm actually now more distressed at the person that cooks with raw cow milk without telling anyone,
I'm never eating other people's cooking again without asking what's in.