i feel so blank i just read the terms of service for lj
that is sad.
i played neopets for a bit;. kind of got... bored. then headed over to astro.com, and got suitably depressed by my long term forcast for this year.
then i got bored again.
i want bed, and warm and. i feel like hiding. i feel like digging a hole, and rugging the blankets up around me. i feel like. reading my new umberto eco. i feel like antisocial. i feel like a bad girlfriend for not going to noog's exhibition tonight. he said he didn't mind, and i i believe him. i still feel terrible, and unsuportive, sitting here in his borrowed coat. i love this coat. i probably shouldn't, just like i love my boots.
i am a bad girlfriend. i feel all needy and neurotic, and whiney and ... boring. i feel so so boring at the moment, and rambling, and false and nonexistant. i feel like. like i am dissapearing. or something suitably lame. i don't go out, i just Sit in my cafe, in my back corner (it's non-smoking), with my tea and my bread, my computer and my window. the staff come over and chat.
i don't think i feel up to black fag, full of people noise cigarette smoke etc.
i miss my little chicken. i light up with text messages from her. england is very far away.
i think i am going home. have a shower. read. warm bed sleep. noog will probably come home after i am asleep, and i am hoping someone will be awake to let him in. i am looking forward to himbeing there. i am looking forward, also, to a larger bed.
god, elizabeth, be less drab.
great job wonderful noog good sister relationship not in indonesian jail awake not terminally ill intellegent live in valley not in thornlands neither parent died yet nice cafe staff sucessful vegetarian shift
god. i am not thinking of much here. come one. think of woodblocks and sleeping and blankets and spiderwebs and cuddles and my x'files episodes.
i played neopets for a bit;. kind of got... bored. then headed over to astro.com, and got suitably depressed by my long term forcast for this year.
then i got bored again.
i want bed, and warm and. i feel like hiding. i feel like digging a hole, and rugging the blankets up around me. i feel like. reading my new umberto eco. i feel like antisocial. i feel like a bad girlfriend for not going to noog's exhibition tonight. he said he didn't mind, and i i believe him. i still feel terrible, and unsuportive, sitting here in his borrowed coat. i love this coat. i probably shouldn't, just like i love my boots.
i am a bad girlfriend. i feel all needy and neurotic, and whiney and ... boring. i feel so so boring at the moment, and rambling, and false and nonexistant. i feel like. like i am dissapearing. or something suitably lame. i don't go out, i just Sit in my cafe, in my back corner (it's non-smoking), with my tea and my bread, my computer and my window. the staff come over and chat.
i don't think i feel up to black fag, full of people noise cigarette smoke etc.
i miss my little chicken. i light up with text messages from her. england is very far away.
i think i am going home. have a shower. read. warm bed sleep. noog will probably come home after i am asleep, and i am hoping someone will be awake to let him in. i am looking forward to himbeing there. i am looking forward, also, to a larger bed.
god, elizabeth, be less drab.
great job wonderful noog good sister relationship not in indonesian jail awake not terminally ill intellegent live in valley not in thornlands neither parent died yet nice cafe staff sucessful vegetarian shift
god. i am not thinking of much here. come one. think of woodblocks and sleeping and blankets and spiderwebs and cuddles and my x'files episodes.