Saint Patrick ☘
08 October 2012 @ 05:00 am
I don't want your fucking goody-two-shoes God money anyway. Fucking saint. Why don't you mind your own fucking business?! Who even fucking asked you to help in the goddamn first place, huh? Go get shitfaced and fuck a stranger because god fucking knows that's all you're good for. Piece of shit.

It's like Wrath wrote out my inner monologue. Which is eerie, upsetting and unsettling all at once.

I could use a distraction so I don't end up at the pub.

Who wants to go bowling?!
Current Mood: cranky
Saint Patrick ☘
28 August 2012 @ 11:55 am

I don't even-

So I met someone in the park. Her name is Limos and she is apparently the Greek form of Famine or something. Met her when she accidentally used her powers on me. I called up Famine to help because I didn't understand what was happening.

Still a little shaken up, but I am making a bunch of potatoes so I will feel better.

If I could go for one day without doing something ridiculously stupid, or having something bad happen, I would feel somehow accomplished.
Current Mood: anxious