The musings of sleep
::considers:: I dunno you have to be in my head to see all the things i start thinking when i am tired like I feel. I slept good hours and skipped my first class so why the hell am I so damn tired now? Blah.. anywho.. I like signing I like signing a lot I like making notes and feeling giddy when I hear a song and I suppose it's a type of passion I have. I was wondering about a passion though that some people have.. maybe a lust or something but I think it's ridiculous. LIke.. why? That's not even something that should be valid as a passion. I like reading things with lust and tuff in it but actually contemplating the feeling for me is weird. Because I don't care that muc to be passionate or overly so about anything to understand.
Oh ha. some black fucker propositioned me at work the other day. I was pissed. I wasnted to drag him and stab him with a knife because no one disrespects me like that. That SOUNDS dumb but when some stoned fucking nigger tells you to worship his Adonus(sp?) body and meet him in his room after work ou feel a certain bitterness to cause damage. WHich if I wouldnt get in trouble for it I think I might've. I think I'm just a voilent person over all.
Kimmie hit mom last night or something had a fight. She wasn't paying attention because he mind was still in a book when mom asked her to feel her head. Apparently, mom had her hand on Kimmie's face and Kimmie snapped and hit her in the arm a couple of times. Mom was apparently just demonstrating what Kimmie had done and when Kimmie woke up from her reading state and I guess attack. She has a tendency to ignore moms constant bitching and whining and annoyingness. Which I have to say is undoubtedly annoying. ::shrugs:: Ah well..
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my brain is telling some people I just thought about to grow up.. ::sighs::