seriously, what the hell does this power cord go to?
Kaylen switched domain hosts so my graphics and whatnot are down for the time being. They are actually up, I just don't have "tif.integraltheory.net" set up yet. So I'm using my cute pink boxer thing. Yay. It bothers me that I know nothing about S2 styles though, because not having justified text = *bloodcurdling screams*.
I had a horrible dream. Kaylen and I were in our backyard, which was completely different from the one we actually have, and we found a wallet and a loaded gun on the ground. The guy's ID said that he was a sex offender. We went back into the house but he was in the house waiting for us and stabbed Kaylen and I, and then got ready to rape me but I forced myself awake. I was completely alone in the house and it was dark. I was freaking scared out of my mind. I didn't want to get up so I slept for three more hours. Damn you, scary dream, I could have gotten up.
Kaylen formatted his computer, so I wrote down his Windows key in a text file. I had to restart so I just saved it to desktop with random key bashings as the filename. He later looks on my desktop. "What the hell is the text file named 'bj'?" Hahaha.
I have been at a steady weight for the past week or so. I have zero appetite lately. I eat. But not a lot. I don't want to be at a steady weight. GO DOWN. I guess steady is better than rising though. We need a new scale though. Stupid electronic scales. It's broken. And I'm not saying that because it's showing me a number I don't like. It's actually broken.
I wish I could somehow suck everything out of the bedroom like Kirby. I want a fresh start. Everything's so dusty and stuffy and ugh. Blah. I'm sick of white paint on the walls and carpet on the floors. I want to live in a awesomely secure yet incredibly cozy cabin or something, where the walls and floors are made of wood and everything's warm and pretty and clean. I hate carpet. I hate painted walls. I HATE FLAT CEILINGS. THE ENTIRE CEILING IS FLAT WHAT THE HELL. IT'S LIKE WE LIVE IN A RECTANGLE WITH A DIRTY POOL.
I want too much. :(
I had a horrible dream. Kaylen and I were in our backyard, which was completely different from the one we actually have, and we found a wallet and a loaded gun on the ground. The guy's ID said that he was a sex offender. We went back into the house but he was in the house waiting for us and stabbed Kaylen and I, and then got ready to rape me but I forced myself awake. I was completely alone in the house and it was dark. I was freaking scared out of my mind. I didn't want to get up so I slept for three more hours. Damn you, scary dream, I could have gotten up.
Kaylen formatted his computer, so I wrote down his Windows key in a text file. I had to restart so I just saved it to desktop with random key bashings as the filename. He later looks on my desktop. "What the hell is the text file named 'bj'?" Hahaha.
I have been at a steady weight for the past week or so. I have zero appetite lately. I eat. But not a lot. I don't want to be at a steady weight. GO DOWN. I guess steady is better than rising though. We need a new scale though. Stupid electronic scales. It's broken. And I'm not saying that because it's showing me a number I don't like. It's actually broken.
I wish I could somehow suck everything out of the bedroom like Kirby. I want a fresh start. Everything's so dusty and stuffy and ugh. Blah. I'm sick of white paint on the walls and carpet on the floors. I want to live in a awesomely secure yet incredibly cozy cabin or something, where the walls and floors are made of wood and everything's warm and pretty and clean. I hate carpet. I hate painted walls. I HATE FLAT CEILINGS. THE ENTIRE CEILING IS FLAT WHAT THE HELL. IT'S LIKE WE LIVE IN A RECTANGLE WITH A DIRTY POOL.
I want too much. :(