pyrexia manifestation
Chris killed his own computer.
I made him fix it.
I had no cigarettes, so I stuffed my clothing with pillows.
And became fat.
I needed something to do okay?
Drunk people are interesting to talk to.
Thumbs up Mike.
I was up listening to Sacha's flailing fingers on the keyboard, all night.
Talking with Katrina about random shit from the past.
I enjoyed myself, ignoring how delusional I really was.
I have to find a ride to my mum's to pick up furniture.
She's moving to Vancouver.
I have to help her move.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
I need some solitude.
I forget what being alone is like.
chit, i love you all<3