Apr 17, 2006 12:25
I want to say something, but I don't know what I can say.
I've lost another 5 pounds because I haven't really eaten all that much - what vegan food is there at Easter dinner? Not even mashed potatoes. [This is my excuse, besides stress factors.]
My chest, were it a boys, would be starting to look like Jesus's. When [if] I inhale, my ribs poke out, and if I stretch, there's this huge concave space, only my stomach comes out a bit. That's starting to go away too.
I can't really sleep, but that's self-explanatory.
I think I may hit the mall, after I shower. Votes as to what I should buy:
From Under the Cork Tree Blck Clouds and Underdogs Edition (which I really really want, and is actually really really cheap, at about $18 which I actually have)
OR
Brand New concert tickets (which will be around $20-25, which I don't have, and I might not even be in Toronto for the concert anyways, and I can always buy it when I sell my goth clothes to Katie...)
I think I made my choice.
edit: I bought the CD...
The bad news: I feel kinda ripped off. I spent $17.24 on, essentially, one song which is good to have sex to. [In all fairness, I haven't listened to the Dance, Dance remix yet, though, and the chaoticness of "My Heart..." shows that the majority of them were, at some point, in hardcore bands.]
The good news: There is a new #1 song to have sex to. It's now "Sugar We're Going Down (Patrick Stump Remix)". I'm sure he can listen to it while and he and Pete fuck.