February 2nd, 2009
- 05:48 ...why does my mouth taste like a corn dog? I haven't eaten a corn dog since... June? Ewwww. #
- 08:34 I woke myself up talking in my sleep. I was asking someone a question, and they didn't answer, and it was IMPORTANT so I asked again: awake. #
- 14:34 It's 42 degrees out. I want to fling open my windows and roll around in fresh air. Coming soon: hairdying! #
- 14:36 ps, I look really cute in a wine red sweater today, lol. and I was totally writing a journal entry for Gabrielle in church. :O Sacrilege! #
- 16:45 Mm, eight-month-old guilt trip. No thank you, these tickets I do not want. #
- 17:13 I /was/ in a good mood. Now I'm going to cut people open on Trauma Center instead of anything I was planning to do. Maybe dye my hair later. #
- 18:16 10 more minutes, and we see how much dye stayed in my hair, and how much on my skin. I hope I don't fall asleep in the shower. #
- 19:21 oh great, random crying fit. bed, bed, bed. (is it bad to mix xanax and lunesta? I should check.) #
I am revoltingly attention-needy. I get petulant when I think I'm being shunned or left out or insulted. I try too hard to insert myself into groups of friends so I can feel that connection too.
And I'm too scared to do it offline, so my entire emotional life is being played out online.
This sounds stupid, but I get how Gabriel Gray felt. Unimportant. A gear in a watch. Like I could be more... but not that I'm meant to be more.
Ah, cry moar, I know. I'm gonna suit up and go face an hour-long crying session like a person with a spine.
...and then I'm going to wish like hell that I could buy a pack of cigarettes because FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I want them so bad shouldn't a month be enough to stop craving them? please? when do I get to stop wanting them?
- Mood:
gloomy
- Music:Antonio Carlos Jobim - Look to the sky
MY SHOW
YOU ARE BACK AND YOU ARE HOT, MAKE SWEET LOVE TO ME
( barely coherent spoilers )
Is it next week yet? :D? :D? Oh I am so glad to have something to look forward to again! \o/
- Mood:
ecstatic