So things are either slowly getting better or quickly getting worse, and I'm optimistic enough to hope it might be the former, but paranoid enough to be sure it's the latter. It's a weird bunching sensation. I don't know. I feel like I'm hanging from a bungee cord, which is fine and all, but I'm not exactly sure how I got here, so it's kind of bothering me. When did I turn into a therapist, and why didn't I notice or demand a credential when it happened? And if I'm the patient and nobody's telling me, I'll fuck up somebody's shit. Swear to God.

Maybe I'm just waiting for everything to blow up.

Is that bad?

Doesn't my awesome just make you want to wet yourself?

Don't.

I'm just clarifying. ♥

Poker Night's tomorrow, as of now. Before you escape, Neji. ♥ You've gotta get a taste of Poker Night. You'll be happy you did. Lee, you and me can go shopping beforehand; I think I know exactly where we can go to get those oranges. ♥ Tenten, I assume you'll be helping us cook? I know the kitchen's small, but it's always fun to all be in there together.

I know what I'll be betting, you two.

I can't wait to hear what you will be. ♥

Abuse, allow me to show you it.

So I got home...late (can you call it that?) and realized (a little too far into the game) that my sleeping patterns are all fucked up, and so I decided I should probably stay up so that I can sleep tonight. So I took the paint we had left over, and painted myself with it, and just kind of rolled all over my living room. Then I took a shower and let it dry, and now my living room looks like I was sawing people open in it. It's possibly the funniest motherfucking thing I've ever seen in my life.

I've been checking my hair out in whatever reflective surfaces I run into today, because I kind of just dumped it on my head and then slathered what didn't hit all over my chest and stuff, so it had the most time to dry in my hair and I couldn't get all of it out. It's not really red, anymore. It's not even really...well, alright, it's kind of pink-ish? But it'll grow out by the end of the week. I'm telling you, sometimes this "hair grows at the motherfuckin' speed of light" is pretty cool shit.

Not sure what I'm going to do about the living room. Not exactly sure what I was thinking. But hell, crazy's the new stupid, and panicked is the new calm, so all in all I'm feeling pretty zen. I don't know how much that counts for.

...it should come out. It's water based.

God, I'm a fuckin' riot.

( Gaara; )

( Sakura; )

( Neji; )

If I could pin down, like, one emotion to feel instead of about twenty-million, that'd be nice too. I don't know. Weird times dattebayo. Weird times.

And, on top of helping me to embrace that whole "LOL CANNOT SPELL" thing, that just made me feel a whole lot better. NEWSFLASH I FEEL AWESOME NOW. I don't know. Life's alright. It is. I had that one dream for the first time in a few months which pissed me off, but I read something and now I'm pretty sure I have a plan of action now which is FUCKIN' NEW AND EXCITING 'fyou don't mind my saying so, and if you do, you can go fuck yourself on a pole, see how much I care.

Oh, and by the way Neji, not on drugs.

Love you, thanks. ♥