Proof that I cannot write a coherent paragraph, or stay on track for half that time:
1. I think logging onto Myspace today may have sent me over the edge. Paranoid would actually be more appropriate. Anxious, maybe?
2. Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
Feces feces feces feces feces.
3. I would ram my head into an insulated wall, if my head were a piece of metal. I tend to dislike pain and brain damage. Pain damage. Painage. Page. PGE. PE. Pee.
4. I obtained madly discounted fabric today. With it, I am going to make a skirt. Even though skirts give me mixed feelings.
5. A few days ago I threw a pine cone at a lone scene kid who had his hands down his ass. Although I mistook his genre. He is actually an emo kid, who reminds me of a lost reindeer. Whenever I pass him in the hall, he looks at me I feel overwhelmed by grief.
6. I feel another nervous breakdown is due soon, partially because of Myspace. My last one occured after dropping a full glass of chocolate soymilk and a single alphabet cookie, on our linoleum floor.
2. Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
Feces feces feces feces feces.
3. I would ram my head into an insulated wall, if my head were a piece of metal. I tend to dislike pain and brain damage. Pain damage. Painage. Page. PGE. PE. Pee.
4. I obtained madly discounted fabric today. With it, I am going to make a skirt. Even though skirts give me mixed feelings.
5. A few days ago I threw a pine cone at a lone scene kid who had his hands down his ass. Although I mistook his genre. He is actually an emo kid, who reminds me of a lost reindeer. Whenever I pass him in the hall, he looks at me I feel overwhelmed by grief.
6. I feel another nervous breakdown is due soon, partially because of Myspace. My last one occured after dropping a full glass of chocolate soymilk and a single alphabet cookie, on our linoleum floor.