meh

So I went to the mall. I got the Forrest Gump soundtrack, some skincare stuff, some perfume, and a tee-shirt that says "Are you too pure to be pink?"

Various bunnies have been nibbling my toes, but they're getting put under a 'private' filter on the other journal until I have more than five or six words of them and I know they're not just me venting.

Because, fuck, venting-in-fic-form is in order.