i'll be moving house on wednesday so don't expect me to be very active for the next few days. don't expect me to be active for the next few weeks, either. matter of fact, don't even fucking look at me. what? what're you gonna do, shoot me? This is a fucking journal, Carol. You can't shoot me through the computer, and even if you could, I would dodge your bullets with my incredibly fast reflexes, okay? But it's cool; I get it. You want to prove that you can do this - that you're not the coward they said you are. Well, go ahead, try and kill me. You haven't got what it takes, and you never will.

i should be all settled in by thursday