Still tired
Gyargh! Today I accomplished a lot. I slept on a desk for over two hours. I also went to a music store. At the end of the day I broke a bit of my current depression off. I also not apologized to this chick, Nail, whom I called a lying bitch last night. Sorry that is misleading, whom I yelled at my lung tops "Ha HA, You Lying Bitch!" After that I stumbled away in shock, laughing manically, while my friends warned me that we would get in trouble due to my volume. At around twenty yards away I tripped myself, recovered my air, then laughed some more, this time a little more evilly. When I was done laughing I flopped around some trying to get comfortable, eventually giving up and going back to the picnic tables.
It bothered me that she thought that because some guys are cold-hearted fellows that males are less than females because we have fewer emotions. "Guys have fewer emotions than girls." That's when I came in with my screaming comment. I was already bothered about something last night and she belittles my feelings saying I am less than her and her own because of the circumstances of chromosomal roulette? Wrong answer. It started with a freaking spoon. How can I let a spoon bother me? I am way too attached to memories of people I knew. Burn in the Butt Box you infernal spoon! (The Butt Box is a can thing where people deposit the remains of their cancer sticks.)
I have been thinking that instead of getting a new car I'll have some body-mod done. A while ago I had wanted to get scarification done on my back. However the person I wanted to do it is not around anymore (or am I the one who is gone?), so I may get it done professionally. I still need to find the last six or so words.Gyargh!
It bothered me that she thought that because some guys are cold-hearted fellows that males are less than females because we have fewer emotions. "Guys have fewer emotions than girls." That's when I came in with my screaming comment. I was already bothered about something last night and she belittles my feelings saying I am less than her and her own because of the circumstances of chromosomal roulette? Wrong answer. It started with a freaking spoon. How can I let a spoon bother me? I am way too attached to memories of people I knew. Burn in the Butt Box you infernal spoon! (The Butt Box is a can thing where people deposit the remains of their cancer sticks.)
I have been thinking that instead of getting a new car I'll have some body-mod done. A while ago I had wanted to get scarification done on my back. However the person I wanted to do it is not around anymore (or am I the one who is gone?), so I may get it done professionally. I still need to find the last six or so words.Gyargh!