where is my goddamned nyquil?
because i don't feel like talking about stuff that should be talked about:
i have really fucked up dreams.
rarely remember them, but jesus, when i do.... i'm either shooting my best friend or doing something equally cracked out.
yesterday i managed to have some messed up REM cycle that put me back at school, getting yelled at by mrs. puckett for writing something subversive with colleen. ..yeah.
umm yeah. there's a lot of stuff that's not going to get said. so i'll just quote for now...
"dude, it looks like you're smoking your hair"
“I think it’s just a habit now, you know?”
“yeah, I guess, but he is pretty hot”
"she's not a pretend whore, she is a whore"
oh god, i really need to talk to someone. i guess i'll go read a book instead.
i have really fucked up dreams.
rarely remember them, but jesus, when i do.... i'm either shooting my best friend or doing something equally cracked out.
yesterday i managed to have some messed up REM cycle that put me back at school, getting yelled at by mrs. puckett for writing something subversive with colleen. ..yeah.
umm yeah. there's a lot of stuff that's not going to get said. so i'll just quote for now...
"dude, it looks like you're smoking your hair"
“I think it’s just a habit now, you know?”
“yeah, I guess, but he is pretty hot”
"she's not a pretend whore, she is a whore"
oh god, i really need to talk to someone. i guess i'll go read a book instead.