Feb 15, 2006 22:01
I just don't have anything to say right now. Boy, how many of my journals have started out like THAT? Too many I'm sure. Still pretty un-ambitious and listless. The world is still driving me up the wall. I'm getting tired of being woke up by the phone in the AM by people who call for inane things. My god, if it's some emergency, by all means,wake me up. But don't call me to see what I'm doing. I'll tell you. If you call before noon, I'm fucking sleeping. I don't care if I forgot to push some button at work, don't care what's in your coffee, and I don't care if your socks are still in the dryer. You've just woke me up out of a dead sleep and didn't even offer me the courtesy of hooking me up to a coffee filled IV line at least an hour before you called.
I'm so fucked over right now. Just feeling.
No I'm not high. I don't do that.
And no, I'm not drunk. Just as above, it's chemically impossible for me. Besides, I haven't had any alcohol for a long time.
I'm not anything. There's no external reason.
Seretonin is a bitch. Fuck it all.
I'm going to go play Neopets.
Oh yeah, and I'm tocophobic.
Michael used some default layout on freewebs to make me this message on a web page. Well I didn't even get to read the damn thing, because right at the top was this friggin default picture of some BABY from the waist down. Ok sure, most people would think it was cute. I freaked out so bad I nearly puked. Got all shakey, and short of breath. You know that feeling of fright you get in your stomach, like when you're up really high and getting to close to the edge? Yeah. Felt that. I had to close the page.
No, babies don't freak me out per se. But pregnant women do. *shudders*