life: the three-legged kitchen stool
y'know i think i was under the impression that no one reads anything i
write on here anymore, but then i realized its on peoples friends lists
and really theres no escape, no matter how hard i try to distance
myself from internet life. in the words of a very good friend of mine,
whos since become a deserter, "fight the good fight. dont join
myspace." my excuse for this occasion is that im in a terrible mood. im
trying to forget about it by letting my mind fall asleep in front of
the computer screen. really i guess i shouldnt even be writing about it
because it will perpetuate the mood, but screw it. at least its not
accompanied by shamelessly poised snapshots of myself in the mirror.
fight the good fight.
im insanely irritated right now. when youre this agitated on top of feeling constantly drugged up, someones gonna get smacked. im so easily swayed... if youre nice to me im happy, if youre mean im pissed. easy as that. im totally reliant on good treatment from others for my happiness. earlier today i was almost ecstatic because people were nice and the weather agreed with me. at the end of the night, i just couldnt win. i had developed a headache which is still in full force and people were disappointingly tepid. bastards. not ryanpig though, hes my nonsexual homosexual lover.
so im staying up as late as i feel like, talking in run-on sentences and bad grammar, overusing commas 'cause i love the little bastards, life has turned into one big drunken slur, i'll slip some full sentences in here because no one will notice, i've forgotten all about that stupid old lady voice in my head saying "youll be glad in the morning that you went to sleep now" because i dont need sleep, i'll get up in the morning with the same headache, wanting coffee and a smoke but lacking the time, maybe ditching school for these favorite vices of mine because i feel its within the obligation of my character, hating the sun like its 1992, feeling cancer in my trachea and laughing because it may not be too ridiculous a notion, and going to school because thats what we do. but i think i will go to bed to wake up for that coffee and cigarette. booze, coffee and smokes, kick out one of those legs and the whole thing comes crashing down to the kitchen floor.
ten bucks says i delete this bs in the morning. huzzah!
im insanely irritated right now. when youre this agitated on top of feeling constantly drugged up, someones gonna get smacked. im so easily swayed... if youre nice to me im happy, if youre mean im pissed. easy as that. im totally reliant on good treatment from others for my happiness. earlier today i was almost ecstatic because people were nice and the weather agreed with me. at the end of the night, i just couldnt win. i had developed a headache which is still in full force and people were disappointingly tepid. bastards. not ryanpig though, hes my nonsexual homosexual lover.
so im staying up as late as i feel like, talking in run-on sentences and bad grammar, overusing commas 'cause i love the little bastards, life has turned into one big drunken slur, i'll slip some full sentences in here because no one will notice, i've forgotten all about that stupid old lady voice in my head saying "youll be glad in the morning that you went to sleep now" because i dont need sleep, i'll get up in the morning with the same headache, wanting coffee and a smoke but lacking the time, maybe ditching school for these favorite vices of mine because i feel its within the obligation of my character, hating the sun like its 1992, feeling cancer in my trachea and laughing because it may not be too ridiculous a notion, and going to school because thats what we do. but i think i will go to bed to wake up for that coffee and cigarette. booze, coffee and smokes, kick out one of those legs and the whole thing comes crashing down to the kitchen floor.
ten bucks says i delete this bs in the morning. huzzah!