Fuckin' badass
Ah, Billy Joel:
You've been with me all day.
I have a feeling this will be a wasted day; I'm waiting on other people to entertain me, again. I'm loading up on caffeine, hoping to provoke the mood I woke up in to come back.
I'm not depressed, no.
Right now, I'm musing with FraBish about being optimistic. It's fucking creeping up on me. Suddenly, I'm not all doom-gloom-kaboom so much. This anti-depressant must be more effective than I'd been crediting it. It seems to have started with SuiFri. The bugger was depressive as fuck, and here I was, Miss Sunlight about things. 'Wtf', indeed, Internet. He appreciated it on some levels; I was a little surprised at myself. Misery? Let me join in! That's usually my attitude. Allow us to play Who's Got it Worse. Allow me to drag out worn anecdotes about a shitty childhood.
Billy Joel: he knows my mood right now. Sexual moods mixed, companionship questionable.
SuiFri unlocked a sentiment in me about being comfortable as a prude. We're the sorts that ladies might like: we're waiting for You, and we're willing to tough it out; we had past mistakes, but, we'll cuddle with you and talk about it for hours. Being somewhat female myself, I know how that shit works.
Mmm. Earl Grey. Bring back my motivation, I need to get some shit done...
You've been with me all day.
I have a feeling this will be a wasted day; I'm waiting on other people to entertain me, again. I'm loading up on caffeine, hoping to provoke the mood I woke up in to come back.
I'm not depressed, no.
Right now, I'm musing with FraBish about being optimistic. It's fucking creeping up on me. Suddenly, I'm not all doom-gloom-kaboom so much. This anti-depressant must be more effective than I'd been crediting it. It seems to have started with SuiFri. The bugger was depressive as fuck, and here I was, Miss Sunlight about things. 'Wtf', indeed, Internet. He appreciated it on some levels; I was a little surprised at myself. Misery? Let me join in! That's usually my attitude. Allow us to play Who's Got it Worse. Allow me to drag out worn anecdotes about a shitty childhood.
Billy Joel: he knows my mood right now. Sexual moods mixed, companionship questionable.
SuiFri unlocked a sentiment in me about being comfortable as a prude. We're the sorts that ladies might like: we're waiting for You, and we're willing to tough it out; we had past mistakes, but, we'll cuddle with you and talk about it for hours. Being somewhat female myself, I know how that shit works.
Mmm. Earl Grey. Bring back my motivation, I need to get some shit done...