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i hate my brain.
i had some seriously fucked up dreams.
i had two seperate but similar dreams about LJ & naughty_tangled was in both quite a bit. Apparantly we were having a comment-war.
The other dream i clearly remember was some kind of reality show/scavenger hunt at my high school. That was obviously induced by seeing Laurel. But i dunno WHERE the reality show came from, because i hate those. Go figure.
Wondertwat had me going all over the damn place for crap for her fucking "party". But while i was out, i dropped the camera off. They'll be ready Monday after 2. i got that "Kodak Perfect Touch" business on it, so i'm HOPING and PRAYING that will assist in them coming out decently.
I'm concerned about those pictures. lol.
i should shower quickly before everyone gets here, and eat, since i haven't yet. My organs still hate me. i think i'm dying.
i think i'm busting out the beer tonight. i'm in the mood.
and now, i need to bitch.
This whole not being able to write shit is REALLY on my nerves. Like, "it has me in tears some nights" on my nerves. WHY can i no longer express what i feel?
When i look in the mirror, i cna see in my eyes that something is different. i don't know what.
i had some seriously fucked up dreams.
i had two seperate but similar dreams about LJ & naughty_tangled was in both quite a bit. Apparantly we were having a comment-war.
The other dream i clearly remember was some kind of reality show/scavenger hunt at my high school. That was obviously induced by seeing Laurel. But i dunno WHERE the reality show came from, because i hate those. Go figure.
Wondertwat had me going all over the damn place for crap for her fucking "party". But while i was out, i dropped the camera off. They'll be ready Monday after 2. i got that "Kodak Perfect Touch" business on it, so i'm HOPING and PRAYING that will assist in them coming out decently.
I'm concerned about those pictures. lol.
i should shower quickly before everyone gets here, and eat, since i haven't yet. My organs still hate me. i think i'm dying.
i think i'm busting out the beer tonight. i'm in the mood.
and now, i need to bitch.
This whole not being able to write shit is REALLY on my nerves. Like, "it has me in tears some nights" on my nerves. WHY can i no longer express what i feel?
When i look in the mirror, i cna see in my eyes that something is different. i don't know what.