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I have to say that life's okay. Kind of productive. Right now I have that hung over feeling in my throat. I think there was meat in this pasta sauce that I ate. That's my only explanation to feel like shit. Either that or this house.
Today, Lizzie, Dare, and I made collages for our animals to look at while they are in their cages. They are really nice. I really like them.
Nothing exciting is happening. Makes me kind of want to be crazy and do something unexpected. Like, start a fight just to start one. Too bad I'm not a seriously mean person. I could redo my room. Paint it and shit. Too bad I'm lazy as shit. I could start having scandalous sex and end up getting pregnant and having a baby. Too bad I won't.
AH I feel like such shit right now. I want someone to bring me some soup and watch a movie with me. I don't feel like leaving the house tomorrow, but I want to go to Design Archives to see if they have anything worth while. Maybe I'll just sleep until 4 like I always do and then mope around. I'm currently trying to get through two books. It's not going so well.
I'm starting to hate Tate St and hate myself for going there so much. All I want to do is read a fucking book, but someone always has to say hey. Tomorrow I might change it up and go to the park or something.
I'm lying. I won't do that. Haha I'm so full of shit.
Today, Lizzie, Dare, and I made collages for our animals to look at while they are in their cages. They are really nice. I really like them.
Nothing exciting is happening. Makes me kind of want to be crazy and do something unexpected. Like, start a fight just to start one. Too bad I'm not a seriously mean person. I could redo my room. Paint it and shit. Too bad I'm lazy as shit. I could start having scandalous sex and end up getting pregnant and having a baby. Too bad I won't.
AH I feel like such shit right now. I want someone to bring me some soup and watch a movie with me. I don't feel like leaving the house tomorrow, but I want to go to Design Archives to see if they have anything worth while. Maybe I'll just sleep until 4 like I always do and then mope around. I'm currently trying to get through two books. It's not going so well.
I'm starting to hate Tate St and hate myself for going there so much. All I want to do is read a fucking book, but someone always has to say hey. Tomorrow I might change it up and go to the park or something.
I'm lying. I won't do that. Haha I'm so full of shit.