I don't have any ugly male friends.
"...take me by the hand and stand by my side...all I want is you, will you stay with me...hold me in your arms and sway me like the see..."
The Lord of Darkness has declared I must color my hair a "normal" color. Bitches and hoes. I planned on doing it in a week. I just didn't want to be told I HAD to do it. Bitches and hoes.
Back to black it is.
*deep heavy sigh*
I'm tired of arguing with you about what I MAY have done that you are upset about that you apparently found out about, but won't say what it is that you know. I just want to grab you and shake you and tell you I love you. But I'm really confused as to if it's really love that I feel for you. I just keep hearing this nagging voice in my head that keeps telling me to tell you I love you. It's weird to me. I've never said those words to anyone before and here I am wanting to say them to you.
I wonder...is it really love? And if it isn't then WTF is it?
"Mcdishes is uplifting.."
*rolls on floor laughing*
Silly silly man. Thanks for being my friend.
"Music can alleviate our feelings of aloneness if we can let ourselves hear it in a therapeutic way." -Dr. Amy Hammel-Zabin
So very true.
I got new specs!!! Well one pair at least. The other pair, when I looked through them made the assistant have four eyes and two mouths. And I don't think she was particularly happy with my stating loudly that she had four eyes.
Yay! The Yats in Greenwood is open. Mmm...mmm...mmm.
This dry skin is getting to be so very disgusting.
"Therapy is great, but screaming obscenities is cheaper." -Lexcessa
Yeah I don't know about this therapy thing. I think it's definitely something I need to do, but it doesn't seem like the two people I've talked to so far are right. I mean really...you're just going to sit there and nod at me. You have nothing to say? Psssh...I can talk to myself for that.
I couldn't afford therapy this week anyway. It's kind of good I decided not to keep going.
Forgetting your cell phone and lip balm is not so good. Not that anyone is going to call me, but I'd really like to know what time it is.
Stupid addiction to PackRat. It's kind of lame that it's got me running late for work and now I'm thinking about people stealing my ish while I'm away at work.
Not a good look.
Must start being productive again. I think it's time for me to start making daily to do lists again.
*sigh*
Are you kidding me. I go and pick up ONE pair of THREE pairs of glasses and then the building collapses. How'd I know it was that particular store before they even said which branch it was. I WANT MY GLASSES!!!
Target is no good for my budget. No good at all.
*holds up sign* Will work for Target gift cards.
Yay for warmer weather. Soon it'll be time for tanks and shorts and dresses and flip flops. Gotta get my ish right.
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