Crazy/Beautiful

Me: 28. New Yorker. Dreamer. Realist. Writer. Media Obsessed Geek. Sarcastic.
Loves: Music. Fan Fiction. Glee. Puckleberry. Sci-Fi. Whiskey. Supernatural. Dean Winchester. Harry Potter Series. Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger. Dramione. Beer. Books. BtVS. Hanson. Pop-Punk. Classic Rock. Caramel. Red Velvet Cupcakes. Stargate.
Hates: Fake People. Bugs. Immature Fangirls (yes, there's a difference). Plain Chocolate Candy. Rum.
Quote(s) to Live By:"Dream as if you'll live forever; live as if you'll die today." / "Never take it seriously; if ya never take it seriously, ya never get hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends."

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    So, I got a phone call today (…well, Saturday, since it’s after midnight right now making it technically Sunday) and I have to spend Monday getting a whole new slew of tests done (more blood work, more scans, ‘nother biopsy [cause apparently the doctor - on top of whatever the hell is under my arm - doesn’t like the ‘coloring’ of a few freckles on my back]).

    Last week I was all “Whatever, it’s nothing and they’re overreacting”. Now I’m slightly freaked out.

    Posted November 20, 2011 at 12:06 am

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