Dude.
So like, I’m always wanting to write in this thing but decide against it because I’m afraid the current opinions beginning to brew in my brain might all be said too soon…despite the fact that it feels like forever since I’ve written anything.
I’m really fucking exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, physically, blah blah blah etc….to the point where it’s like I don’t even have opinions anymore, because that would require passion, which would require energy, which would require some fucking sleep in one’s life, or a redbull or two at least. But I’m getting used to it…and I like being so tired that I feel slightly drunk, because it makes the day awesome.. in a sense …when it’s not shitty.
My alarm clock is no longer a valid tactic for waking up. It is heard but then incorporated into my dreams as I continue to sleep….as background music, or cool walkie talkie things when I am dreaming of being on a badass mission. I especially love the one where I begin to dream that I actually wake up to my alarm clock and proceed to get ready for work, when all the while, I’m still unconscious.
Boyfriend #2 has been through hell and back.……bad enough his fucking face shattered (nothing an acrylic case can’t fix) but a can of mousse exploded in my purse, and I had no choice but to rinse him off….and now he won’t sync into iTunes and the light in the screen won’t light up so I never know wtf is going on. I would be devastated if not for the fact that he still sings beautifully :D sucha trooper.
Hmm what else....
Aliens, dude…..Aliens.
As for you, I am left speechless.
I. Would. Absolutely kill. For spending...just one day. Outside....in the sunshine......doing ...anything......or nothing at all.....just out-fucking-side.....one of the most simplest things in the world........I want to breathe fresh air.....soak up some skin cancer......not be cooped up in overly air conditioned anti-happy places..
Fuck this. Time for my daily catnap.