shot up some heroin?

yeah, i did. want the comfort of vivid proof?

 

[i removed it, sorry. who wants to see an arm with bruises anyways?]

there it is. my arm. bruised and seeping blood. haha, no its hours after my donation and it was still running and bruised. the process seems everlasting. my arm still aches. fortunate in my case, the bruises work to my advantage.

today was my older brother’s birthday. sadly, he’s no longer in his teens, he just turned twenty. his behavior will no longer will be justifiable. hopefully that will be some incentive to straighten up his perception and manners.

this year, he was conceded easily. i personally think its abnormal for anyone to hate celebrating their birthday, which he often does, but he was willing. always do i feel terrible for him. i want my birthday memorable and nothing less. but he gets the least of what we normally do. to make up for it, my parents bought him off with hundreds and ben sherman shirts.

oh did i mention papa is back? no, i didn’t. he came back on wednesday for three weeks. so far is everything is well. i have yet to start up a brawl but its inevitable with his persona. of course,  i have nothing to be faulted by with my personality. [haha, me being egotistical]

other than my family, life is just dandy. i just started my “womenly discharge,” which freed me out of a zoo lab on chordatas. other than the pain from the cramps, i feel hembukhe.