so sick so sick of being tired..... and oh so tired of being sick....
I guess it's been awhile. Blah. Lots of things have happened. ie: I've lost days in drinks. I've puked, on various occasions. I've washed Brian's car. I've counted all my fingers. I've had a banana split. I've kissed someone. I've called off work once. I've stayed up for days at a time. I've cried. I've thrown hissy fits. I cut my hair off. I've missed someone more than ever. I've smoked hundreds of cigarettes. I've watched the Family Guy. I talked to Keith for 2.5 hours. =) Egg called me. Bailey tore up some women's couch. I went to the practice space. I've driven stick shift hammered. I have a job interview at Wal*Mart tomorrow. I need dishwashing detergent and kitty litter. Old chicken tenders are better than fresh ones. I still want a vacation. I broke down. I pushed the pieces further apart. I've had too much of a bad thing. And I'm alone, and now I know it. I need to draw, or take pictures or something. I haven't been able to draw since he left. I need inspiration.I need sleep, but I've got trouble breathing. I need a massage. I miss hip-hop night, and those Reanimator kids. I need the COTA. I hate this.