there is really no one left at all
Dear Friend,
I'm really not all doom and gloom. On Friday, my plans of Sleepytime Gorilla Museum got smashed to bits, but I adapted, and oliver sold his ticket so I wouldn't have to meander Hollywood by myself on a friday night. And I ended up getting a shirt, so whatever. I had a fun day yesterday, what with double baking and seeing my Kitten and Hurry Curry and even that shitty overpriced French bakery I went to for breakfast at five in the afternoon. Today I went to the dentist and he put so much novocaine in me that I still can't properly feel the right side of my face.
My plans of procuring a hooded red coat (maybe cape) have finally been understood and encouraged. Too bad I have no idea where to start the hunt. It's one of those articles of clothing that I realize I'd rarely wear, but would like ever so much to have.
I drew the first thing I've liked in months.
Why are all over-the-counter sleep aids blue? All the perscription sleeping pills seem to be white, atleast in my experience. What's all this blue shit? And maybe I had really shitty color perception earlier, but is Valium seafoam green? Speaking of sleeping pills, I bought two bottles
of maximum strength ones, so that should keep me in stock for awhile.
there was too much boring text-ness, so I just stuck this in the middle of my entry:
The Nail RipperPeople Iced:Twenty FiveCar Bombs Planted:SixFavorite WeaponNeedlesArms Broken:EightEyes Gouged:NineTongues Cut Off:ThreeBiggest Enemy:Bloody Thumb
Get Your HITMAN Name
You will kindly note that was my extremely rambling optimistic rant. My more pessimistic instincts, however, tell me that I ought to inform you all that I feel quite lonely. Everyone leaves, or I leave them, or we drift apart. People who I once thought to be among my best friends, I scarcely speak to. I realize that's just how the world works, but, shit. That kind of sucks. I really do adore all the new friends I've made in these last few months. It's just that you always have certain people who are perfect for certain activities. And once that person's out of your life, taking artsy pictures all day/devouring minicakes/fitting perfectly into someone's arms/whatever doesn't make you happy anymore, it just makes you miss the person you used to be able to do that with. I should have a reunion of my life.
moment of zen:
Love always,
Tara
ps-Myspace is being a cunt.
pps-I realize my entries get worse and worse.
I'm really not all doom and gloom. On Friday, my plans of Sleepytime Gorilla Museum got smashed to bits, but I adapted, and oliver sold his ticket so I wouldn't have to meander Hollywood by myself on a friday night. And I ended up getting a shirt, so whatever. I had a fun day yesterday, what with double baking and seeing my Kitten and Hurry Curry and even that shitty overpriced French bakery I went to for breakfast at five in the afternoon. Today I went to the dentist and he put so much novocaine in me that I still can't properly feel the right side of my face.
My plans of procuring a hooded red coat (maybe cape) have finally been understood and encouraged. Too bad I have no idea where to start the hunt. It's one of those articles of clothing that I realize I'd rarely wear, but would like ever so much to have.
I drew the first thing I've liked in months.
Why are all over-the-counter sleep aids blue? All the perscription sleeping pills seem to be white, atleast in my experience. What's all this blue shit? And maybe I had really shitty color perception earlier, but is Valium seafoam green? Speaking of sleeping pills, I bought two bottles
of maximum strength ones, so that should keep me in stock for awhile.
there was too much boring text-ness, so I just stuck this in the middle of my entry:
The Nail RipperPeople Iced:Twenty FiveCar Bombs Planted:SixFavorite WeaponNeedlesArms Broken:EightEyes Gouged:NineTongues Cut Off:ThreeBiggest Enemy:Bloody Thumb
Get Your HITMAN Name
You will kindly note that was my extremely rambling optimistic rant. My more pessimistic instincts, however, tell me that I ought to inform you all that I feel quite lonely. Everyone leaves, or I leave them, or we drift apart. People who I once thought to be among my best friends, I scarcely speak to. I realize that's just how the world works, but, shit. That kind of sucks. I really do adore all the new friends I've made in these last few months. It's just that you always have certain people who are perfect for certain activities. And once that person's out of your life, taking artsy pictures all day/devouring minicakes/fitting perfectly into someone's arms/whatever doesn't make you happy anymore, it just makes you miss the person you used to be able to do that with. I should have a reunion of my life.
moment of zen:
Love always,
Tara
ps-Myspace is being a cunt.
pps-I realize my entries get worse and worse.