i'm so gay and i don't even like boys

renée turgeon.
objective: sex?
education: ph.idon'tevenfuckingknow.
work experience: i've made a few cups of coffee and sold a few dance lessons.
skills: getting involved with unavailable people.
references: do allusions count?

thank you for your consideration.

all the toys/ and the tools/ in the box

leave my head now plz?

good. glad we got that cleared up. now maybe i can sleep.

cuz that's what a motherfucking monster do

i've been sucking really hard at running lately. over break it was understandable; i was traveling a lot and hanging out with peeps, so i didn't do as much as usual. but now? i have no excuse. sure, the weather has been atrocious (it took me almost an hour yesterday to regain feeling in my thighs), but that doesn't quite account for my current lack of motivation and energy for running. i know i'll get back on track soon, but if you know me you know how much it hurts my brain to run anything less than 30 miles a week. and this week is definitely going to be a sub-30 week.

can we just fast forward to spring?

why the cold shoulder?

free at last. well, almost free. i have about 15-20 final exams left to grade, but that'll be easy. what's important, though, is that last night i turned in my last paper for a class. EVER. it's so cliché to say this, but i literally felt like there was a huge fucking dumbbell resting on my shoulders all semester... and it's finally gone.

agenda for the day (in no particular order):
-feed all the kittehs
-run
-watch movies and grade exams
-CLEAN

i'm fucking stoked.