Well now, it has been a long ass time since I was last on here. Guess I really ought to update just so you guys know I'm still alive. A quick recap: Single Living alone-ish (I have a cat named Loki) Parentals divorced Mom's dating a woman Dad's dating anything with tits My little brother graduates high school today My sister is well My niece is now three (and loves zombies) My older brother is going to be a dad Working fast food makes me hate people more than I already did RPing on tumblr That is literally my life these days. Although, there might be something wrong with me. Either my work shoes are fucking me over or there's something wrong with my right leg. The latter being totally possible since my hips are set kinda funky. There's nothing else to really report, I suppose. ~Sie out.

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