Feb 21, 2006 23:05
Today I committed suicide, in a manner of speaking...I'm not sure what that means, but I'm sure it's the truth.
Oysterhead is playing at Bonnaroo. Chels, I'm going with or without you at this point. But I'd rather go with you, so get yer ass in gear.
I really hate it when you talk to someone about their life for an extended period of time, and then bring up something about your own life, and all of a sudden, they're busy.
I still haven't finished doing my logs...it's 11:07. I have to do my fiction four stuff, tape it all in, and do my IDs.
I realize this is the third time I've written in my livejournal today, but I haven't actually said anything.
I don't actually know what I want to do this weekend. I want to be home a bit, I think. I miss being around here.
My legs feel like they've got poison ivy on them. It's really uncomfortable and I don't know what it is. Cause it can't be poison ivy.
Mr. Joseph is a very astute human being, and an amazing person. Just thought I'd point that out, he made my day a little better today.
Love Lily