My head is fucking pounding and I swear to God, I just want to curl up and sleep for months on end.

And I just deleted everything that I wasted my time typing because really, what does it matter?

I wish I could be irresponsible. I wish I could just say fuck it all... And I could, I really could but there's that tiny voice of responsibility telling me that I really can't.

I'm so in a 'whatever' mood.

Life was so much easier and happier when I was on drugs, damnit...

Sometimes, it's not about love...

You can put up a dam, but you can't stop the river from flowing. Life just doesn't work the way you want it to.

I just need someone to give me the answers.

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My Sprint CSR just hit on me & she is totally flirting her ass off 'cause "I have an awesome voice, I sound hot and I must be from NY". LoL. I'm utterly amused.

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I've finished the first book in the Women's Murder Club series and thankfully, it wasn't nearly as gruesome as I expected. Also, the book is chock full of Linsday/Cindy subtext. Mades up for the whoring around Lindsay does (almost).

I am also tired and cold & sick of being here. Boo.

Why is everything so... Just so?

I had this massively long post, like pages and pages long and I accidentally lost it. (Sign much?) So now, really, I'm just gonna settle on my whole 'just so' zip.

& I am sleepy.