jena

Refrain, please, as I've used up about all the jealousy I have left in me for those sorts of people as of late. Any more stories of them and I may have to hunt one down and assume their identity.

You should peruse my new journal to its full extent when you have the time. I hoped to make it a bit more entertaining than my massive text updates.

Oh shit, I hate that. It's a singular sort of foul mood when that happens. My condolences on your lost creativity. I always try to console myself that there is a reason it's gone. It rarely works, but still.