Poo
I've stopped being able to express myself without using the word poo. Even the most serious conversations, revert to me saying poo.
I've finally run out of things to say. That's it. The end. I'd stop talking, but I find just the constant use of poo and extremely entertaining pass-time. I like poo and poo likes me.
I've been in a poo patty mood the past two days. And as usual the Real Detroit saved one of my problems
LIBRA: You may be feeling stronger than usual, or bolstered by some inner sense that you finally have a grip on your life. As you get used to this, things are bound to change. The tendency to rebel against the people who have stood by you in your weaker moments is an issue. You can feel good about your own growth process, but don’t make the mistake of excluding those who have been part of it. Even if all you can do is tell them that you need space and time to pull yourself together, it will make them feel better.
It's wierd because I was having doubts about one of my friendships still being ligit and the Real Detroit just pulls me back in. And as MC Hammer would like to state "I'm too ligit to quit" (echo several times and you've got a song... lyrical genius)
And I think I've become dangerously involved in Gilmore Girls... I get way too upset about things that happen in the episodes. I cry about things the characters aren't even crying about. I'm thinking of taking a break from Stars Hollow. This is me saying I'm taking a break. Flashforward to me in a week huddled naked in a corner crying and then binging on a 24 marathon of season 3.
I've had trouble sleeping lately. I think I just have a lot on my mind. A lot of serious things. I just don't know anymore. About anything. And I'm very wierdly upset about the recent death of a forensic leauger I barely knew. I saw two of his duos, and he went to PC... which was not at all close to Groves. But I don't know. It just feels wierd. And I feel wierd about the new Groves team. It sucks. Mr. Rutherford is going to make it a theater only program... next years multiples will be the plays, its inevitable. There are like 40 first year seniors and hardly any new talent. And the cuts. Where do I begin with the cuts? What the fuck did Guz ever do (which is a point against him too, I guess) but seriously.
And why the fuck do I still care?
Poo
Poo
I've finally run out of things to say. That's it. The end. I'd stop talking, but I find just the constant use of poo and extremely entertaining pass-time. I like poo and poo likes me.
I've been in a poo patty mood the past two days. And as usual the Real Detroit saved one of my problems
LIBRA: You may be feeling stronger than usual, or bolstered by some inner sense that you finally have a grip on your life. As you get used to this, things are bound to change. The tendency to rebel against the people who have stood by you in your weaker moments is an issue. You can feel good about your own growth process, but don’t make the mistake of excluding those who have been part of it. Even if all you can do is tell them that you need space and time to pull yourself together, it will make them feel better.
It's wierd because I was having doubts about one of my friendships still being ligit and the Real Detroit just pulls me back in. And as MC Hammer would like to state "I'm too ligit to quit" (echo several times and you've got a song... lyrical genius)
And I think I've become dangerously involved in Gilmore Girls... I get way too upset about things that happen in the episodes. I cry about things the characters aren't even crying about. I'm thinking of taking a break from Stars Hollow. This is me saying I'm taking a break. Flashforward to me in a week huddled naked in a corner crying and then binging on a 24 marathon of season 3.
I've had trouble sleeping lately. I think I just have a lot on my mind. A lot of serious things. I just don't know anymore. About anything. And I'm very wierdly upset about the recent death of a forensic leauger I barely knew. I saw two of his duos, and he went to PC... which was not at all close to Groves. But I don't know. It just feels wierd. And I feel wierd about the new Groves team. It sucks. Mr. Rutherford is going to make it a theater only program... next years multiples will be the plays, its inevitable. There are like 40 first year seniors and hardly any new talent. And the cuts. Where do I begin with the cuts? What the fuck did Guz ever do (which is a point against him too, I guess) but seriously.
And why the fuck do I still care?
Poo
Poo