all it takes is trust and a little bit of pixie dust

So.

I can taste blood on my lip.

I didn't do my Christmas shopping because I was working on Calc, and when I got home I fell asleep. Fuckerrr.

Not that I'm not used to being broke, but I'm starting to feel the pains of having spent $65 on that Magic Bullet. Only Vince and James ever paid me. Cough, hint. Well, nobody is obliged to anything, but without enough compensation that means I spent $50 on it. So much for my organizational skills. I don't want to sound selfish, because it isn't about me, but--fifty bucks, dude. I suppose I at least learned my lesson. Next time I'll collect before I buy. Or just fuck it all. The hell with friendship. All you need is love.

To be honest, I hope someone reads this and thinks, "Hey! I owe Caroline money! I'm going to get right on that, this very second."

Tomorrowday after school I shall do my belated Christmas shopping, go job hunting, send the UNICEF money, and then go to the shelter. By then I shall be happily broke and exhausted. I did not sleep. I had not intended on not sleeping, but there it is.
Shit. I know it's a half day but I don't feel as though I can last.
API is going ice-skating tomorrow. I was hoping to go, but I don't think I should anymore. I will most likely be dead asleep.

So. Seven more hours?
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--Why is it that every time I talk to you, I feel as though you're hiding something from me? But I always forget to ask you.