Dec 28, 2005 04:37
i officially dont want to be here in this moment in time. trying to write an essay. with jeremy breathing over my shoulder and pussy being the only word coming out of his mouth,
ive come to the conclusion that i am the oppisite of jeremy.
jeremy being chaos.
and me being placid.
jeremy being an annoying dick,
me being a non existant,,,,,ball of flint.
and i swear to god im going to stab the person upstairs if they dont turn their fucking shitty music off.
fact.
i feel just. i donno. depressed. deprived.
and yet im travelling again in 3 days.
i should be happy. go lucky.
woooooo
look at my fucking smile.
id trade plane tickets if i could to go to rochester and ssee paul and angelo and the whole crew for a day rather than a 6 day vacation.
well.
i am going to fill my suitcase with absinthe and drink myself into a stupor that would be hard to match even by hollywood standards.
bah.
humbug.