Is officially pissed off. A totally relaxing snow day just turned into a shit storm. The worst part is I can't talk to anyone about it. I can't remember the last time I was this pissed. How the hell do certain people get my number? Do they have a special radar that beeps whenever I am actually happy so they know when to come and screw everything up? Why do they feel the need to keep showing up and messing my life up more? They already f'ed up my life that should be enough. This whole thing is going to get worse before it gets better... wish me luck
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
About Me
- The Goddess
- There really isn't that much to say. My name is Lindsay and I am in college right now majoring in Psychology and possibly minoring in Religious Studies. I love learning new things and constantly questioning everything. Doesn't necessarily mean I don't believe certain things, it just means that I love to expand my mind. I also love music, can't get enough of it. Was in band but now I'm not; so sad. I still love learning to play new instruments though. I don't know what else to say so I shall end with I am someone who wants to know everything but also nothing. Yeah think about that.
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