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I have contacts!
I go back next week (I'm on a trial period right now), and I want to get a year's supply of them so that I don't have to worry about it for awhile.
Everything is BIGGER when I wear the contacts. My hands look big. MY hands. (For those that don't know, my hands are approximately the size of a ten year old's. Or at least, the same size as my old friend Nikki's brother Devin's hands were when he was ten. Okay.. they're about six and a half inches from the base of my palm to the tip of my middle finger.)
Erm, parentheses.
Yeah.
Makes me wonder what having sex with these on would be like... muahaha.
Amber told me a few days ago that I have a maniac laugh. That's hilarious.
I'm in a weird mood.
I wanna go play and run around and bounce off the walls and stuff. I think it's the frappucino I had, but I'm starting to adjust to higher caffiene levels, and now that I mostly stimulate my brain with sugar and caffiene...
I miss cigarettes. I miss them a lot.
I wanna go to that playground/park/I forget what or where it was that Gen took me to last summer and we played on the swings and it was the same day she took me to visit her high school and .. just fun.
Sammy Kershaw sings "She Don't Know She's Beautiful" and I'm so happy to know that but I wish I'd quit forgetting to tell Darwyn that I found out because I think he's still trying to remember it.
One of the buttons on my sleeve is broken, but I have a spare in my jewelry box, so I'll see about getting it fixed sometime. (Not that I'm worried at all about it, considering I don't want to use the tighter buttons on my sleeve.)
Eeep, bell!
I go back next week (I'm on a trial period right now), and I want to get a year's supply of them so that I don't have to worry about it for awhile.
Everything is BIGGER when I wear the contacts. My hands look big. MY hands. (For those that don't know, my hands are approximately the size of a ten year old's. Or at least, the same size as my old friend Nikki's brother Devin's hands were when he was ten. Okay.. they're about six and a half inches from the base of my palm to the tip of my middle finger.)
Erm, parentheses.
Yeah.
Makes me wonder what having sex with these on would be like... muahaha.
Amber told me a few days ago that I have a maniac laugh. That's hilarious.
I'm in a weird mood.
I wanna go play and run around and bounce off the walls and stuff. I think it's the frappucino I had, but I'm starting to adjust to higher caffiene levels, and now that I mostly stimulate my brain with sugar and caffiene...
I miss cigarettes. I miss them a lot.
I wanna go to that playground/park/I forget what or where it was that Gen took me to last summer and we played on the swings and it was the same day she took me to visit her high school and .. just fun.
Sammy Kershaw sings "She Don't Know She's Beautiful" and I'm so happy to know that but I wish I'd quit forgetting to tell Darwyn that I found out because I think he's still trying to remember it.
One of the buttons on my sleeve is broken, but I have a spare in my jewelry box, so I'll see about getting it fixed sometime. (Not that I'm worried at all about it, considering I don't want to use the tighter buttons on my sleeve.)
Eeep, bell!