*GAH*
I just typed up a fucking long ass entry.. And it was a damn good one. I vented on many a thing... GONE! ALL GONE!
OK... Turn off the sound of IMs... Kick back and listen to Hawksley Workman... Absolutely amazing... I love HW. I love Jacob Lee. If it weren't for my admiration of Jacob Lee, I would not have read the interview.. I wouldn't have seen him mention a song of HW. I wouldn't have read the lyrics and thoroughly enjoyed the song. I wouldn't have looked up HW. I wouldn't have went hawksleyworkman.com and loved the layout and the songs and joined the soup kitchen. *mmm* This music is right down my alley... I like how that out of the 6 songs I've heard of his... None of them really have incessant and unnecessary *yeah*s *oh*s... Anything like that. Ah! So good!
I hate technology. Why do I have five LJs? WHY?! I hate when computers freeze. I should just write things by hand like the good ole days of elementary and middle school.
I hate how when Steve comes home he turns off the lights. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? I'm sitting here on the computer. I have terrible eyes... I can't have things be too bright in the dark. I get like, headaches... I'm practically blind. And him shutting off the lights ..
I just got really stressed and my head hurts and my throat is closing up and I have an irregular heart beat and it's skipped a beat five times. I can feel it missing beats...
*breathe* Just breathe.
I felt rather good an hour ago. And then... I got online... And then I began typing... And then the compy fucked up.. And then Steve came home and I need to move out because he makes me feel so fucking uncomfortable...
I hope I can go to Canada...
My thumb hurts.
Before the computer messed up I actually wrote intelligent things. I was thinking... I was doing good. I was expressing myself... I typed about Black History month... And soldiers in Iraq... And Bush. But I'm not in the mood anymore. It's amazing what all can go wrong in 5 minutes to make you go from happy and giddy and relaxed to complete frustration and discontentment... And..
Oi vey! The headache...
I'm gonna listen to some Mind the Gap... That makes me happy. If I am to ever meet Jacob Lee I will tell him thank you for keeping me sane, calm...
The night I wanted to murder Steve *I never really would... I just was incredibly angry* I looked up Jacob Lee and listened to him sing and looked at pictures and read interviews and merde... And I went to bed happy and I felt a lot better. Not so psycho...
I'm gonna look up bipolar because I'm scared I have it.
OK... Turn off the sound of IMs... Kick back and listen to Hawksley Workman... Absolutely amazing... I love HW. I love Jacob Lee. If it weren't for my admiration of Jacob Lee, I would not have read the interview.. I wouldn't have seen him mention a song of HW. I wouldn't have read the lyrics and thoroughly enjoyed the song. I wouldn't have looked up HW. I wouldn't have went hawksleyworkman.com and loved the layout and the songs and joined the soup kitchen. *mmm* This music is right down my alley... I like how that out of the 6 songs I've heard of his... None of them really have incessant and unnecessary *yeah*s *oh*s... Anything like that. Ah! So good!
I hate technology. Why do I have five LJs? WHY?! I hate when computers freeze. I should just write things by hand like the good ole days of elementary and middle school.
I hate how when Steve comes home he turns off the lights. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? I'm sitting here on the computer. I have terrible eyes... I can't have things be too bright in the dark. I get like, headaches... I'm practically blind. And him shutting off the lights ..
I just got really stressed and my head hurts and my throat is closing up and I have an irregular heart beat and it's skipped a beat five times. I can feel it missing beats...
*breathe* Just breathe.
I felt rather good an hour ago. And then... I got online... And then I began typing... And then the compy fucked up.. And then Steve came home and I need to move out because he makes me feel so fucking uncomfortable...
I hope I can go to Canada...
My thumb hurts.
Before the computer messed up I actually wrote intelligent things. I was thinking... I was doing good. I was expressing myself... I typed about Black History month... And soldiers in Iraq... And Bush. But I'm not in the mood anymore. It's amazing what all can go wrong in 5 minutes to make you go from happy and giddy and relaxed to complete frustration and discontentment... And..
Oi vey! The headache...
I'm gonna listen to some Mind the Gap... That makes me happy. If I am to ever meet Jacob Lee I will tell him thank you for keeping me sane, calm...
The night I wanted to murder Steve *I never really would... I just was incredibly angry* I looked up Jacob Lee and listened to him sing and looked at pictures and read interviews and merde... And I went to bed happy and I felt a lot better. Not so psycho...
I'm gonna look up bipolar because I'm scared I have it.