Man, I'm so OCD...
I woke up early today, to go to Trainspotting... Got into my car, and realized I needed to fill my tank again. So I called and told them I couldnt come. But when I took my meds this morning, I had this loopy, confused, blurry sort of feeling. I realize that I needed to eat when I take my meds. But it's just so hard.
So I decided to clean my room. My dad's been on my case the last week, to get some of the boxes unpacked, to make the space bigger and uncluttered. This is difficult when you never sleep in your own bed. But I got all OCD and organized, and reorganized, vacumed, revacumed. Moved my already sorted books, taking the ones I like the most, or need to read, and put them on another shelf. Organized the baskets in my bathroom, 2 small ones for make up, 1 medium one for hair stuff and jewelary, and one large one for all the hair products, lotion and brushes, that wont fit in the mirror cabnit...
This is Jack's OCD having control over her...
This is Jack eating Cheerios out of the box, with a can of Coca-Cola.
This is Jack's pain in her heart whenever she breathes in.
This is Jack's tired ass body, that has been up since 8.
::Edit::
Just checked out my horoscope for today...
Virgo
In the mood to putter around the kitchen in on the oldest, comfiest clothes you can possibly find? Good. Wiggle into them, take the phone off the hook and start rearranging the silverware drawers. You know it's better than therapy. Cheaper, too.
So I decided to clean my room. My dad's been on my case the last week, to get some of the boxes unpacked, to make the space bigger and uncluttered. This is difficult when you never sleep in your own bed. But I got all OCD and organized, and reorganized, vacumed, revacumed. Moved my already sorted books, taking the ones I like the most, or need to read, and put them on another shelf. Organized the baskets in my bathroom, 2 small ones for make up, 1 medium one for hair stuff and jewelary, and one large one for all the hair products, lotion and brushes, that wont fit in the mirror cabnit...
This is Jack's OCD having control over her...
This is Jack eating Cheerios out of the box, with a can of Coca-Cola.
This is Jack's pain in her heart whenever she breathes in.
This is Jack's tired ass body, that has been up since 8.
::Edit::
Just checked out my horoscope for today...
Virgo
In the mood to putter around the kitchen in on the oldest, comfiest clothes you can possibly find? Good. Wiggle into them, take the phone off the hook and start rearranging the silverware drawers. You know it's better than therapy. Cheaper, too.