my arm is really really sore why
Happy birthday to two of my favourite people today: Terry and Nancy. Now Terry is clearly going to get mad at me because he deserves a paragraph for himself or at least his own sentence but I cannot allow his superego to inflate by granting him that. Or oops I just did ;)
I have been up since 4:30 am, how 'bout dem apples? I figured I would be knocked out for awhile but I took two sleeping pills last night and as soon as it leaves my system, I'm bright-eyed and cheery and something like that so I ate turkey bacon and watched Iron-jawed Angels which was a great movie. Hilary Swank is beautiful, god.
My mom went at my head with a bottle of hair bleach last night and I came out looking like a skunk with a suntan, how great. After I write this update I'll probably take the rest of my bottle of sleeping pills and hope that I never wake up again, but I bet in eight hours I will be like O.O HEY WASSAP. I hate my life and why did I use proper capitalization? I must have been moved by women's rights.
Last night I was cooking cornbread in the kitchen and it was at dusk and I just looked out the bay window and I was hit smack in the face with nostalgia. I'm not sure if it was just the effect of the sun going down, leaving the kitchen in coppery hues of orange, or if somewhere at sometime in my life, I had done something extremely similar and I was revisiting that place. After it was over, I was kind of alarmed. I can't even describe what came over me. It felt nice, but mysterious, something I couldn't control. Something I might want to feel again.
I have been up since 4:30 am, how 'bout dem apples? I figured I would be knocked out for awhile but I took two sleeping pills last night and as soon as it leaves my system, I'm bright-eyed and cheery and something like that so I ate turkey bacon and watched Iron-jawed Angels which was a great movie. Hilary Swank is beautiful, god.
My mom went at my head with a bottle of hair bleach last night and I came out looking like a skunk with a suntan, how great. After I write this update I'll probably take the rest of my bottle of sleeping pills and hope that I never wake up again, but I bet in eight hours I will be like O.O HEY WASSAP. I hate my life and why did I use proper capitalization? I must have been moved by women's rights.
Last night I was cooking cornbread in the kitchen and it was at dusk and I just looked out the bay window and I was hit smack in the face with nostalgia. I'm not sure if it was just the effect of the sun going down, leaving the kitchen in coppery hues of orange, or if somewhere at sometime in my life, I had done something extremely similar and I was revisiting that place. After it was over, I was kind of alarmed. I can't even describe what came over me. It felt nice, but mysterious, something I couldn't control. Something I might want to feel again.