you are a card!
i have no idea why i labeled my subject so.
giggles.
i'm a lil' tipsay.
its eleven oh six and i am bored!
i actually have a test in (thinks long and hard) twelve hours. study? im sorry?
i've spent the past like hour looking at back "issues" of everyone's live journals. and now i know your life better than you! and you! and you!
i really have no idea what to say. i think a kitty is having kitties in my parking lot.
i think i'm drinking myself stupid tonight. i haven't decided yet, but i have a taste for the finer things burning across my tongue...
i should check my cell phone to see if you've called, because i would feel like such a shit if i missed your call because i was doing nothing.
nope haven't missed it. good!
though i may slur when talking.
i should come with a waring label:
WARNING! THIS GIRLFRIEND IS PRONE TO:
. stomach viruses
. throwing up in general
. drinking copiously (can i make copious into an adverb? yes. that's because i am the shit.)
. addictions
. bouts of tears
. making out (alot)
Contact a physician if you experience:
. internal bleeding
. stomach ulcers
. hives.
. euphoria
. loss of bladder control
. exhaustion.
i'm alot to keep up with and i appreciate your pace.
i appreciate all of it.
i appreciate you, babe.
i loves you. more that anyone, more than anything.
i'm getting antsy.
i want to go somewhere. but i'm in no condition to drive. i want to road trip.
i walked from class through a thick fog. my mind played tricks on me, faces passing leered from towering structures, and everyone's eyes were dead. i almost ran from the ed. building to my car, i wanted so badly to find you waiting for me when i got home. but no. there was liz, in MY chair, on the computer. i need you badly.
turns out alcohol is a depressant. looks like i need another bottle. i'm going to be sleeping tonight.
giggles.
i'm a lil' tipsay.
its eleven oh six and i am bored!
i actually have a test in (thinks long and hard) twelve hours. study? im sorry?
i've spent the past like hour looking at back "issues" of everyone's live journals. and now i know your life better than you! and you! and you!
i really have no idea what to say. i think a kitty is having kitties in my parking lot.
i think i'm drinking myself stupid tonight. i haven't decided yet, but i have a taste for the finer things burning across my tongue...
i should check my cell phone to see if you've called, because i would feel like such a shit if i missed your call because i was doing nothing.
nope haven't missed it. good!
though i may slur when talking.
i should come with a waring label:
WARNING! THIS GIRLFRIEND IS PRONE TO:
. stomach viruses
. throwing up in general
. drinking copiously (can i make copious into an adverb? yes. that's because i am the shit.)
. addictions
. bouts of tears
. making out (alot)
Contact a physician if you experience:
. internal bleeding
. stomach ulcers
. hives.
. euphoria
. loss of bladder control
. exhaustion.
i'm alot to keep up with and i appreciate your pace.
i appreciate all of it.
i appreciate you, babe.
i loves you. more that anyone, more than anything.
i'm getting antsy.
i want to go somewhere. but i'm in no condition to drive. i want to road trip.
i walked from class through a thick fog. my mind played tricks on me, faces passing leered from towering structures, and everyone's eyes were dead. i almost ran from the ed. building to my car, i wanted so badly to find you waiting for me when i got home. but no. there was liz, in MY chair, on the computer. i need you badly.
turns out alcohol is a depressant. looks like i need another bottle. i'm going to be sleeping tonight.