I like the number eleven.
So I'm sitting here, and I absolutely forgot what song I am listening too. I know a song is playing but the music just washes over me. Its like the hot water is gone and I'm soaking numb in porcelain and I wake up. Imogen Heap. I'm still cold.
Carl came over, he had/abused/molested/devoured/consumed my last slice of pizza...my tea/my livelihood/my best cold drink on earth...then took my spot on the sofa/my lover in front of the TV/my buddy/my pal.and finally left. I miss my pizza. I was saving that for a binge. *Frowns* I was thinking of traveling to the drug store to buy those big bags of candy or marshmallow something, anything. I seriously could live on salt and coffee or sugar right now. It’s rather freaky and not kosher. I can imagine what my electrolytes look like about now *paces*
Off the topic of le food
I found the perfect Little Black Dress. It screams my name on its flashy and slow website. I like clothes that move with my body and this is made for dancing and more. It needs T-straps, a beaded and satin headband, and short wavy hair! Me! I'm still torn on the hair issue *paces some more* Its gotten thinner, that’s good, its been falling out since July, that’s bad, it's not been falling out in chunks, that’s good, but falling out none the less, that’s bad. I think its one of those cycles. It happened despite being heavier or thinner or eating cake or hamburgers or goat. Its hella shinny though. Ever since I divorced my blow dryer. end shallow discussion
Decisions
I have been juggling the variables: fine arts, philosophy, sociology, history or English. The latter two have been dropped. The first one is my love, but I think I'll minor in sociology. It’s the rational choice. Seeing that my school/institution/substitute for shock therapy seldom offers fine arts courses. Everyone is tired of me talking about my five-year plan. I think out loud too much. But I wouldn't have anything else to talk about. *question mark emoticon* I know I'm boring...who cares.
Empty, misconstrued, bored -- the last is the one that fits the best. But how long can a person be bored?
I have no idea, but I know for bloody sure why Latin is dead. I'm not fond of the Romans right now. Their ambiguity and language have caused my D. Well...I'll let it slide.
Again I can't write anything "good". I'm stuck.
Carl came over, he had/abused/molested/devoured/consumed my last slice of pizza...my tea/my livelihood/my best cold drink on earth...then took my spot on the sofa/my lover in front of the TV/my buddy/my pal.and finally left. I miss my pizza. I was saving that for a binge. *Frowns* I was thinking of traveling to the drug store to buy those big bags of candy or marshmallow something, anything. I seriously could live on salt and coffee or sugar right now. It’s rather freaky and not kosher. I can imagine what my electrolytes look like about now *paces*
Off the topic of le food
I found the perfect Little Black Dress. It screams my name on its flashy and slow website. I like clothes that move with my body and this is made for dancing and more. It needs T-straps, a beaded and satin headband, and short wavy hair! Me! I'm still torn on the hair issue *paces some more* Its gotten thinner, that’s good, its been falling out since July, that’s bad, it's not been falling out in chunks, that’s good, but falling out none the less, that’s bad. I think its one of those cycles. It happened despite being heavier or thinner or eating cake or hamburgers or goat. Its hella shinny though. Ever since I divorced my blow dryer. end shallow discussion
Decisions
I have been juggling the variables: fine arts, philosophy, sociology, history or English. The latter two have been dropped. The first one is my love, but I think I'll minor in sociology. It’s the rational choice. Seeing that my school/institution/substitute for shock therapy seldom offers fine arts courses. Everyone is tired of me talking about my five-year plan. I think out loud too much. But I wouldn't have anything else to talk about. *question mark emoticon* I know I'm boring...who cares.
Empty, misconstrued, bored -- the last is the one that fits the best. But how long can a person be bored?
I have no idea, but I know for bloody sure why Latin is dead. I'm not fond of the Romans right now. Their ambiguity and language have caused my D. Well...I'll let it slide.
Again I can't write anything "good". I'm stuck.