Feel like, at the risk of sounding dramatic, I've awoken out of a fever. Should've gone out last night, but I was, as the saying goes, not fir company for man nor beast. Words coming out turned into razor blades, and all that. But this morning, it seems to have apssed, which is for the best. And now, coffee and, hopefully, pretty waitresses.

Sometimes, like right now, I wish they'd just quietly explode, and leave me the fuck alone.

The world was a much nicer place when I didn't have to worry about people and money.

And had my own 'puter (thankyou Jade!!!)

Why do I feel hungover every morning recently, except when I've been drinking the night before?!?

Not in and of themselves, they just really suck arse when your car is broken, and you have to rely on Canberra & (*shudder*) QBN buses.

Esp. when you had a bucket o' stuff planned to do, much of it requiring places of business to be opened.

Mildy surprisingly (or maybe totally in character would be a better description), eveyone seems to like my house but me. They see a fifty-odd year-old house with cool stuff, and a lot of mess, in it. I see, what... dunno, but I think I need to work on being more positive about it ( Read more... )

My car is dead.

Not happy.

( Oh, so you want me to have an orgasm so that you feel validated! )

I refuse to celbrate the saint day of a traitor.

I'm in a bad mood. If I meet you on the street and I'm rude to you, it's okay.

It just means I never liked you and I'm too tired to keep up an act.