someone call the WAHmublance.
ive got shit tons of poison ivy and mad sore muscles. i felt like an old lady at the metal show last night, trying to dance with my sore back and creaky bones. IM ONLY 21 FER FUCKS SAKE!! in other medical news, i think ill probably have to have a lobotomy, to carve out all the chunks of my brain that allow me to be hopelessly attracted to boys. but mostly just the one across the country that has me thinking ill never see him again ever, and the one here that i cant even be a normal, composed person around, that reduces me to a mumbling confused idiot. im going out to the woods and not coming out til the treehouse is done. fuck this city and all this outside stimulation, im just a country girl. gimme a couple friends and a lot of beer, an early bedtime, and a tarp that doesnt leak.