Either the kids got a light bulb in his butt or his colin's got an idea. -- Scrubs ;)
So I mean yeah. I got up hella early today to take the Kerr to get his face raped. And I dont mean in the good way. Kerr + drugs = a good time. He asked for pancakes alot, told me that the doctors said that the best thing I could to do help him get better faster would be to have sex with him over and over again, and asked me if I would like to be the lucky girl that gets to help him with his anal medication. Um, ew! I feel bad for him though. I would have stayed to help him more but I had to get the hell out of there. Sorry, kiddo. Oh but I did get him the BEST "so youre feeling down?" present. A pop gun. It lights up and smokes and everything. Im amazing, what can I say?
Im sleepy. Im tired of feeling shitty. I read Slaughterhouse Five again today. Its like I dont even read it anymore I just pretend like Im reading it because I have so much of it memorized. I read it while I was waiting for Kerr and then decided just to finish it while I was sitting at home thinking about things I didnt need to be thinking about. It usually makes me feel better to read it but I think that Ive gotten everything out of it that I can use to make me happy or help me get through shit and now its just another book. Which as depressing as it sounds is alright I guess. I need a new favorite now I suppose.
Ive started this new book. Its supposed to be amazing after the first 50 pages. I mean Im still on the first fifty so I dont know. But I looks like its just about a God fearing woman who cant make up her mind about men. You know, alot of love, sex and heartbreak. So not what I want to be reading but its here and so am I so whats the harm?
What the hell do I do? Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Im sleepy. Im tired of feeling shitty. I read Slaughterhouse Five again today. Its like I dont even read it anymore I just pretend like Im reading it because I have so much of it memorized. I read it while I was waiting for Kerr and then decided just to finish it while I was sitting at home thinking about things I didnt need to be thinking about. It usually makes me feel better to read it but I think that Ive gotten everything out of it that I can use to make me happy or help me get through shit and now its just another book. Which as depressing as it sounds is alright I guess. I need a new favorite now I suppose.
Ive started this new book. Its supposed to be amazing after the first 50 pages. I mean Im still on the first fifty so I dont know. But I looks like its just about a God fearing woman who cant make up her mind about men. You know, alot of love, sex and heartbreak. So not what I want to be reading but its here and so am I so whats the harm?
What the hell do I do? Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.