September 15th, 2008

you twits.

  • Sep. 15th, 2008 at 1:08 AM
femmealunettes: (Default)
has I been a twit today?

  • 02:36 Except for the severity of canine vs human farts, dogs are so much nicer to sleep beside. Brandy invited herself up and I can't kick her out #
  • 11:51 Dreams of clandestine meetings with a secret paramour. <3 that's hot. #
  • 12:20 Ah fucking brilliant. the landlord just said he's going to thow our stuff on the lawn tomorrow if we don't come up with money. I'm crying. #
  • 12:47 The things I carry with me: my mother's college lit book with her notes in the margins, mementos of friends past, love in stupid shapes. #
  • 14:07 I need to refill my scrips, but I don't think having two bottles of ambien is a good idea. #
  • 19:36 So it is just me. I'm not lonely, I'm just depressed. #
  • 21:38 I really need cranberry juice. Vodka optional. #
o hai, dis haz bn LoudTwitter

Sep. 15th, 2008

  • 2:23 AM
femmealunettes: (hug it out bitches! : Psych)
So I'm up to downloading episode 4 of Psych. I've given up on SGA for the moment, I'm not even starting Fringe until I know I can keep up with it, and... I am holding off on Eureka because I think I am going to be sadfaced about it. :/

I can sleep when I'm dead, this is my first chance for some tv in a while. Shawn and Gus and Lassiter and Jules and Henry and Chief Vick ♥

It's so humid. I want to go lay on the porch just to feel a breeze, this window isn't cutting it. At least I'm getting hydrated? Looking on the sunny side of the night, as it were.

God, I'm so nervous about tomorrow. I don't want to be homeless, you guys. o.o

Sep. 15th, 2008

  • 5:59 AM
femmealunettes: (sleeping alone together : Pushing Daisie)
Oh, for god's sake.

The fourth time trying to download Psych 3x4, and it stalls out at 97%.

Screw this, I am going to sleep.

smell bad...

  • Sep. 15th, 2008 at 11:42 AM
femmealunettes: (I wash my hands of it)
Waking up to hear Kelly bitching: not the most pleasant reintroduction to the world. Finding my phone disconnected: even less pleasant. Being made nauseous by cheap weed smell: cherry on a "go back to sleep" cake.

I just want to knock my head against a wall. I need some way to get home, but also to the grocery store, where I have been trying to get for the past week and no one cares even when I ask nicely and they don't have anything else to do. -_-

I has a melodramatic.

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