My plastic surgeon doesn't want me doing any sports where balls fly by my nose

Good LORD i feel like trash today.

And i can't get Mariah Carey out of my head:
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart

I think after awhile, your body starts to biodegrade while you're alive. Or at least, maybe I am. My back is jacked up (I think my 16lbs cat slept on me last night, for the whole 4 hours he actually let me sleep), my skin is messed up and I think i'm breaking out (well, at least it's on a holiday weekend), AND i broke half my nails wtf.

OMG I'm biodegrading at my desk right now as I type. Oh the humanity.

So I don't have too much to randomly gripe about, mostly because i'm so bloody tired and also because i'm just an airhead today.

Ignore anything i say or write today...it won't make much sense.