you better call marge!
i can hardly sleep, ever. it's really quite frustrating and frankly i'm not a big fan. i hardly use this thing anymore, i guess i don't really have much to complain about anymore. life's been pretty good, i've made some serious mistakes but i live, and i learn, and i move on. i guess that's what i've learned, to make the most of my mistakes and move on. today was awkward.
this summer has been fantastic and it's so hard to believe that it's nearly over. tomorrow (really today, cause it's four in the morning), is zoe's birthday. i'm so excited, it's like a big "surprise" party that she already knows about which is silly of us, but it's a big deal.
i have hangnails and long nails that turn into short nails cause i'm always chewing and gnawing at my fingertips. i'm always anxious, i don't know why, always always always. i just wish that i could maybe calm down for once, and relax, and soak everything in. maybe sleep during the evening rather than during the day. make more of my life. i want to wake up tomorrow at 11 am. it's not going to happen, but i'd really like it to.
my cat's going insane, and i don't know what about, but it's making me nervous to let my feet touch the ground just in case by any slight chance it's a spider. everyone's off grounding now, which is fantastic. and cam's home from europe, everyone knows how much i missed him! i'm just glad everyone's back, and by everyone i meant ben and max. oh my boys my boys. we've created a chinese buffet group, we get china buffet every week, it's only 6 dollars every time you go so it's really not a big deal on my wallet.
i want to go back, now. this biddy just destroyed her hand on a rose stem! bitch ain't know it got thorns on it. everyones cutting themselves open, and blood everywhere. gross, i don't like that all too well.
happy birthday zoe! when i wake up, all will be good.
an attempt to sleep.
goodnight
you're all jenny and lindsey and fine, and i'm, underwater i'm shedding my mind. and i'm pretty sure baby, if you'd hold my head, i could live like i've wished for and undo my dread. cause i see candygrams up in the ceiling tiles, witty post cards sent off from the sandwich isles. and these towns will vacations will lead us, i'll hold out my treasures and their wealth will feed us. but, oh, she does what she wishes and, no, she won't be your missus. your kingdom it widens and you're there alone, with all that love, and the void on your throne.
this summer has been fantastic and it's so hard to believe that it's nearly over. tomorrow (really today, cause it's four in the morning), is zoe's birthday. i'm so excited, it's like a big "surprise" party that she already knows about which is silly of us, but it's a big deal.
i have hangnails and long nails that turn into short nails cause i'm always chewing and gnawing at my fingertips. i'm always anxious, i don't know why, always always always. i just wish that i could maybe calm down for once, and relax, and soak everything in. maybe sleep during the evening rather than during the day. make more of my life. i want to wake up tomorrow at 11 am. it's not going to happen, but i'd really like it to.
my cat's going insane, and i don't know what about, but it's making me nervous to let my feet touch the ground just in case by any slight chance it's a spider. everyone's off grounding now, which is fantastic. and cam's home from europe, everyone knows how much i missed him! i'm just glad everyone's back, and by everyone i meant ben and max. oh my boys my boys. we've created a chinese buffet group, we get china buffet every week, it's only 6 dollars every time you go so it's really not a big deal on my wallet.
i want to go back, now. this biddy just destroyed her hand on a rose stem! bitch ain't know it got thorns on it. everyones cutting themselves open, and blood everywhere. gross, i don't like that all too well.
happy birthday zoe! when i wake up, all will be good.
an attempt to sleep.
goodnight
you're all jenny and lindsey and fine, and i'm, underwater i'm shedding my mind. and i'm pretty sure baby, if you'd hold my head, i could live like i've wished for and undo my dread. cause i see candygrams up in the ceiling tiles, witty post cards sent off from the sandwich isles. and these towns will vacations will lead us, i'll hold out my treasures and their wealth will feed us. but, oh, she does what she wishes and, no, she won't be your missus. your kingdom it widens and you're there alone, with all that love, and the void on your throne.