Oct 26, 2006 14:49
...and i would do anything.
i can't sleep no more, unless i get reeeeally drunk, or reeeeaaallly stoned, but then i tend to get sad as a whistle and have nightmares like crazy.
so the subsequent jen is squirrely and exhausted. and easily distracted.
wanna ride bikes?
and i'm not really too pleased about it neither.
i'm tired of it already, and it's only been a few nights.
everyone should always just have to live where i live, as missing people is perposterous and not even remotely character building; on the contrary, it is weakening my character at an alarming rate.
slowly i will become a 24-hour whinge factory, and then a samsquamsch will come eat my brains all up with a big laddle, but then he'll be angry cos they won't be tasty anymore, cos they'll have rotted with tears and insomnia. This is what happens to brains. Just ask science.
Have you guys ever listened to Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues? What a strange song.
So very very odd. And epic. So very very epic.
Please send me blank cds. and heroin. or at least morphine.