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Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm a ball of flesh and that's about it. What the fuck am I supposed to be doing right now? I should be out and about, making use of the time that I have, the same time that seems to be slipping through my fingers faster than I actually thought, but instead all I'm doing is sitting here, huddled in a sweatshirt, and the only thing I want to do is sleep since, apparently, I don't do that anymore. People always say "I have insomnia" to sound cool when they actually just end up going to bed at 4AM and sleeping for the rest of the day, when in comparison to myself, I'm able to exist and interact coherently with only 2 hours, and sometimes that's all I can get. Seriously here, O Holy One, dish some sleep over to this sister because I don't have enough pride to swallow to put those slices of zucchini on my eyes to make the bags go away.
Either that or I'll have to take to wearing gobs of foundation like the homosaurus rex at work whom I despise and, on a sidenote, made him un-clog the toilet today as penance for being a complete dipshit since his arrival on earth. Abuse of supervisatory (new word) status? Of course. And you would do it too.
I had something worthwhile to say here but it's out the window. I watched the Pope's funeral and for a few hours had somehow convinced myself to start going to mass on Sundays, but then I was turned off when I realized that some old man would be putting his fingers in my mouth so I could accept "the body" and I'm not desperate enough for that. Yet. This in combination with the fact that I don't have the proper pants for a visit to God's pad.
Either that or I'll have to take to wearing gobs of foundation like the homosaurus rex at work whom I despise and, on a sidenote, made him un-clog the toilet today as penance for being a complete dipshit since his arrival on earth. Abuse of supervisatory (new word) status? Of course. And you would do it too.
I had something worthwhile to say here but it's out the window. I watched the Pope's funeral and for a few hours had somehow convinced myself to start going to mass on Sundays, but then I was turned off when I realized that some old man would be putting his fingers in my mouth so I could accept "the body" and I'm not desperate enough for that. Yet. This in combination with the fact that I don't have the proper pants for a visit to God's pad.