welcome to my brain
she is bored. she doesn't want to read, she doesn't want to do crosswords, she doesn't want to watch her anime or write a story or even sleep. she just wants to think, but she wants to do it actively. hence, the stream of consciousness typing. she has an itch. she has shaving cream on her wrist band and her watch is two minutes fast. her birth control patch is already peeling. when she thinks about camping, she realizes she is insane. angels don't kiss. her ear is scarring and she has no money. still, she bought cigarettes today. purple is probably her least favorite color. there's that itch again, damn mosquitoes. in a book she read, there were giant mosquito people. three people died in that part. pretty horrific, though she feels worse for the starving mosquito women than the dead pirates. that was a good book. what was it called? dammit. the third book written by china mievelle. did she spell that right? oh well. people who can't use than and then correctly really annoy her.
one day, she tried to rescue a turtle from the road, and it ran from her. so much as turtles can run anyhow. is that how it is with god sometimes? does he chase us to our salvation? does it hurt him that we don't understand him? does he mind that i say that i don't really believe in him, and yet i do? does he even care? is he chasing me? is that why i'm so paranoid all the time? snowmen don't have mouths, so they can't bob for apples.
wireless keyboards are great. her dad bought her sister a new computer, and used his left over money on himself. she is bitter, jealous and angry. but her mother only makes her numb, like her foot. her key doesn't work in the front door; she really needs to get that fixed. hold on, she has to change positions. much better. pepsi is sweeter than coke, but either way she really needs to cut back on the soda intake. her diet is truly terrible. today, for instance, all she ate was dry crispix, a huge brownie and a small bowl of kraft mac'n'cheese, all around one o'clock. it is nearing midnight now. oh well.
she has to find a contact case. dammit, she HATES it when her cigarettes go out. fucking...where's the alcohol? would erick mind. yeah, probably. fuck. not like she should still be doing that. they put her in the substance abuse ward for a reason...bah. a bad one. a person has to get drunk at least twice a week, and have something almost every night, before she can be defined as an alcoholic. she definitely didn't do that. stupid fucking doctors. she hates them, she HATES them. she hates a lot of things.
maybe she'll post this in her stale old livejournal. she'd title it 'welcome to my brain'. actually, she loves living in her head. she's quite funny. random and insane. if everyone jumped off of the empire state building, she'd have the world to herself, and would...what would she do? crosswords, probably. oi vey.
meese. furglenerf. poets. flap. flap. pick axe. ow. itai. ennui. harry potter. quit. lunk.
kick
flaw
one day, she tried to rescue a turtle from the road, and it ran from her. so much as turtles can run anyhow. is that how it is with god sometimes? does he chase us to our salvation? does it hurt him that we don't understand him? does he mind that i say that i don't really believe in him, and yet i do? does he even care? is he chasing me? is that why i'm so paranoid all the time? snowmen don't have mouths, so they can't bob for apples.
wireless keyboards are great. her dad bought her sister a new computer, and used his left over money on himself. she is bitter, jealous and angry. but her mother only makes her numb, like her foot. her key doesn't work in the front door; she really needs to get that fixed. hold on, she has to change positions. much better. pepsi is sweeter than coke, but either way she really needs to cut back on the soda intake. her diet is truly terrible. today, for instance, all she ate was dry crispix, a huge brownie and a small bowl of kraft mac'n'cheese, all around one o'clock. it is nearing midnight now. oh well.
she has to find a contact case. dammit, she HATES it when her cigarettes go out. fucking...where's the alcohol? would erick mind. yeah, probably. fuck. not like she should still be doing that. they put her in the substance abuse ward for a reason...bah. a bad one. a person has to get drunk at least twice a week, and have something almost every night, before she can be defined as an alcoholic. she definitely didn't do that. stupid fucking doctors. she hates them, she HATES them. she hates a lot of things.
maybe she'll post this in her stale old livejournal. she'd title it 'welcome to my brain'. actually, she loves living in her head. she's quite funny. random and insane. if everyone jumped off of the empire state building, she'd have the world to herself, and would...what would she do? crosswords, probably. oi vey.
meese. furglenerf. poets. flap. flap. pick axe. ow. itai. ennui. harry potter. quit. lunk.
kick
flaw