Zippy
26 August 2013 @ 04:47 pm
Welp, summer's over.
 
 
Current Mood: disappointeddisappointed
 
 
Zippy
21 March 2013 @ 01:56 pm
Cold, cold, go away. Please come back another day... or never.
 
 
Zippy
01 April 2012 @ 06:52 pm
"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor."
 
 
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: n/a
 
 
Zippy
04 September 2011 @ 10:03 pm
“There [are] two ways through life—the way of nature and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you’ll follow. Grace doesn’t try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it. And love is smiling through all things.”
 
 
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Current Music: n/a
 
 
Zippy
28 August 2011 @ 04:28 pm
Irene was such a disappointment. But I guess I should be happy that my building was untouched and no floods or electricity cuts have occurred, especially considering I live on the first floor, right across from the beach here in Brooklyn, NY.
 
 
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Current Music: n/a
 
 
Zippy
06 July 2011 @ 02:46 pm
Okay, so I just chocked on a pill that decided to get stuck right in my throat, and wouldn't come back up or go down. I finally managed to water it down. But, holy crap, it burns so much right now.
 
 
Current Mood: distresseddistressed
Current Music: n/a
 
 
Zippy
28 May 2011 @ 02:57 pm
Boy takes girl into his bedroom, pulls down his pants and says, "meet my little man." Girl picks up her bag and on her way out says, "call me when he grows up."
 
 
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: TV | Basketball Wives
 
 
Zippy
20 May 2011 @ 11:26 pm
FINALS. I hate you!
 
 
Current Mood: angryangry
 
 
Zippy
09 January 2011 @ 05:01 pm
Days like today I really hate being a female. So much pain.
 
 
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: n/a
 
 
Zippy
25 October 2010 @ 10:54 pm
I just Googled my favorite poem by Alexander Pushkin (Ruslan & Ludmila) translated in English, and wow, I now understand what it really means when people say translated work loses its magic. It's just not the same. At all.
 
 
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: n/a