do you ever have one of those emails where you're like, "just shut up, just shut up," but you forget to actually say that to yourself in time?
oh god- i just wrote this incredibly crazy, too-revealing email, and now i'm all kinds of out of control and i keep having sarah rub my mange and i can't sing anymore.
why? did? i? do? this?
i don't know. i do know that now- i'm looking for a rock to live under and maybe a battery-operated radio, so i know what kind of weather to expect under the rock, you know.
no wonder people don't want to hang out with me.
(this is the most narcissistic (sp?) post ever!!!)
when i'm not saying the same word over and over or having the wait staff at denny's think that i'm on a field trip with my staff, i'm writing gross and obscene emails to people who's opinion of me matters a little bit more than i'd like to admit.
i can't even write sentences that make sense any more. oh god i need a shower. but i'm not going to get into that b/c that would be too much information b/c no one wants to know that i smell right now and i can't remember when the last shower was that i took.
ok, so- everyone- i have to go take a shower and crawl up on the edge of sarah's bed in fetal position and cry - not cry- just whimper. maybe she'll rub my mange again.
bif
why? did? i? do? this?
i don't know. i do know that now- i'm looking for a rock to live under and maybe a battery-operated radio, so i know what kind of weather to expect under the rock, you know.
no wonder people don't want to hang out with me.
(this is the most narcissistic (sp?) post ever!!!)
when i'm not saying the same word over and over or having the wait staff at denny's think that i'm on a field trip with my staff, i'm writing gross and obscene emails to people who's opinion of me matters a little bit more than i'd like to admit.
i can't even write sentences that make sense any more. oh god i need a shower. but i'm not going to get into that b/c that would be too much information b/c no one wants to know that i smell right now and i can't remember when the last shower was that i took.
ok, so- everyone- i have to go take a shower and crawl up on the edge of sarah's bed in fetal position and cry - not cry- just whimper. maybe she'll rub my mange again.
bif