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My phone is not my own much anymore... And a million numbers that I only need when I don't have them are not transferred yet.
There is a fashion crisis going on behind me, over the phone... I was the transfer robot for a good 3/4 of it. Something about assisted puddle jumping was all I got after I gave up being a repeat-bot and handed the phone over to her.
She looks too good in fishnets... I should be like "omg NO!" But mom did that enough for me. She won't listen to either of us. She will wear whatever the fuck she wants cause she wants... ce la vie. At least she loves her boots, and me. I come second in that relationship and probably 176th on the overall list, but hey at least I made the top 200. She hates it when I look at her after a shower, before the makeup, but I kinda like seeing just her face sometimes. It is like I see something that she shows no one else. She hates for me to see it, and I think that fact is another delight.
Flowers and angels with exposed broken hearts dance about my head. My wall will have half that dream at some point painted in water color. She has already reserved her own corner.
In other news my dopey friends john mason decided to scare us all with 199 heartbeats a minute. Get it right dope that should only happen on drugs and your clean you moron. I want a tatoo on my back, but I can't find the image I want to be permanently painted on my skin so all the world can see. It will be soon. I've been dreaming of possibilities. I hate mac. I hate laptop computers, their keys are too little.
If ever there were a squirrel that ran in my house and began ranting about anything that bothered him, I would make him my pet. By weeks end, he would probably be calling me a pet and getting mad when I didn't bring home the right kind of nuts.
Chris Monahan is missing, Cliff is leaving, and I am busy making a silly girl swallow iron pills so she doesn't become A-knee-mick!
I spent $300 at hot topic. I have new clothes and contract stating the boots I bought will never be used to kick me. The metal tips are scary.
I feel drained and sleepy. Never enough sleep even though I sleep at least twice a day from 3-6 hours... My days really are 24 hours and I forget what it is like to wake at 8am. This makes me very happy. I never liked the normal schedule. The rocket scientist would call me crazy, and off and away I go to Philly.
There is a fashion crisis going on behind me, over the phone... I was the transfer robot for a good 3/4 of it. Something about assisted puddle jumping was all I got after I gave up being a repeat-bot and handed the phone over to her.
She looks too good in fishnets... I should be like "omg NO!" But mom did that enough for me. She won't listen to either of us. She will wear whatever the fuck she wants cause she wants... ce la vie. At least she loves her boots, and me. I come second in that relationship and probably 176th on the overall list, but hey at least I made the top 200. She hates it when I look at her after a shower, before the makeup, but I kinda like seeing just her face sometimes. It is like I see something that she shows no one else. She hates for me to see it, and I think that fact is another delight.
Flowers and angels with exposed broken hearts dance about my head. My wall will have half that dream at some point painted in water color. She has already reserved her own corner.
In other news my dopey friends john mason decided to scare us all with 199 heartbeats a minute. Get it right dope that should only happen on drugs and your clean you moron. I want a tatoo on my back, but I can't find the image I want to be permanently painted on my skin so all the world can see. It will be soon. I've been dreaming of possibilities. I hate mac. I hate laptop computers, their keys are too little.
If ever there were a squirrel that ran in my house and began ranting about anything that bothered him, I would make him my pet. By weeks end, he would probably be calling me a pet and getting mad when I didn't bring home the right kind of nuts.
Chris Monahan is missing, Cliff is leaving, and I am busy making a silly girl swallow iron pills so she doesn't become A-knee-mick!
I spent $300 at hot topic. I have new clothes and contract stating the boots I bought will never be used to kick me. The metal tips are scary.
I feel drained and sleepy. Never enough sleep even though I sleep at least twice a day from 3-6 hours... My days really are 24 hours and I forget what it is like to wake at 8am. This makes me very happy. I never liked the normal schedule. The rocket scientist would call me crazy, and off and away I go to Philly.